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.