[06:51.00]Vienna
[06:51.00]Gregorian
[06:51.00]Master of Chant I
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[06:51.00]We walked in the cold air.
[06:51.00]Freezing breath on a window pane,
[06:51.00]Lying and waiting.
[06:51.00]The man in the dark in a picture frame,
[06:51.00]So mystic and soulful.
[06:51.00]A voice reaching out in a piercing cry,
[06:51.00]It stays with you until.
[06:51.00]
[06:51.00]The feeling has gone only you and I.
[06:51.00]It means nothing to me,
[06:51.00]This means nothing to me,
[06:51.00]Oh, Vienna...
[06:51.00]
[06:51.00]The music is weaving
[06:51.00]Haunting notes, pizzicato strings,
[06:51.00]The rhythm is calling.
[06:51.00]Alone in the night as the daylight brings,
[06:51.00]A cold, empty silence.
[06:51.00]The warmth of your hand and a cold grey sky,
[06:51.00]It fades to the distance.
[06:51.00]
[06:51.00]The image has gone only you and I.
[06:51.00]It means nothing to me,
[06:51.00]This means nothing to me,
[06:51.00]Oh, Vienna...
[06:51.00]
[06:51.00]Oh, Vienna...
[06:51.00]Oh, Vienna...
[06:51.00]
[06:51.00]This means nothing to me,
[06:51.00]This means nothing to me,
[06:51.00]Oh, Vienna...