Slow down, you crazy child you're so ambitious for a juvenile But then if you're so smart, tell me Why are you still so afraid? Where's the fire, what
Days last one way ticket train pulls in We smile for the casual closure capturing There goes the downpour, here goes my fare thee well There's really
Vienna can you hear me? Lazing on the afternoon Cathedral bells A ringing, ringing, ringing, ringing Ringing the sound Winter can't ignore her Spring
Slow down You crazy child Your so ambitious for a juvenile But then if you?re so smart, then tell me why are you still so afraid Where?s the fire? What
We walked in the cold air Freezing breath on a window pane Lying and waiting A man in the dark in a picture frame So mystic and soulful A voice reaching
Watching the rain fall in Vienna, pictures of another time From the corner of a small cafe we watched the world go by Now we sit here, the best of strangers
[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
We walked in the cold air Freezing breath on a window pane Lying, waiting A man in the dark in a picture frame So mystic and soulful A voice reaching
Since I was a child I've seen her in a dream A captured fairy tale that echoes 'cross my life And though I've courted her, she's always stayed unseen
Er klinkt muziek vol romantiek in Wenen De oude tijd is werkelijkheid in Wenen De sfeer van voorheen bleef bewaard En Strauss werd nog nooit geevenaard
(Slade) the day?s last one-way ticket train pulls in we smile for the casual closure capturing here comes the downpour there goes my fare thee well there
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
The day's last one-way ticket train pulls in We smile for the casual closure capturing. Here comes the downpour There goes my fare thee well
Vienna We walked in the cold air Freezing breath on a window pane Lying and waiting A man in the dark in a picture frame So mystic and soulful A voice
Si je t'ecris ce soir de Vienne, J'aimerais bien que tu comprennes Que j'ai choisi l'absence Comme derniere chance. Notre ciel devenait si lourd Si je
Alles zieht sich in die Lange, alles ist smooth selbst der Tod geht zu Fu? hort nicht zu wenn man ihn ruft. Das Gluck scheitert schon beim Versuch und