[by Ultravox]



we walked in the cold air

freezing breath on a window pane,

lying and waiting

the man in the dark in a picture frame,

so mystic and soulful

a voice reaching out in a piercing cry,

it stays with you until



the feeling has gone only you and I

it means nothing to me

this means nothing to me

oh, vienna



the music is weaving

haunting notes, pizzicato strings,

the rhythm is calling

alone in the night as the daylight brings,

a cool empty silence

the warmth of your hand and a cold grey sky,

it fades to the distance



the image has gone only you and I

it means nothing to me

this means nothing to me

oh, vienna



this means nothing to me

this means nothing to me

oh, vienna