[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