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Vienna Lyrics: 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 out in a...
The lyrics, which describe a brief love affair in the city of Vienna, were quickly written by Midge Ure. According to Currie, Ure was hesitant about the overly classical romantic feel of the orchestration, and said: "This means nothing to me", to which the producer Conny Plank replied: "Well, sing that then."
- "Passionate Reply", "Herr X" (12-inch single only)
- 9 January 1981
- 4:37 (single edit), 4:53 (album and 12-inch version)
Feb 20, 2019 · Ultravox 'Vienna' lyrics: 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 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
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Vienna Lyrics by Ultravox from the Vienna album- including song video, artist biography, translations and more: We walked in the cold air - Freezing breath on the window pain Lying waiting A man in the dark in the picture fra…
Vienna Lyrics by Ultravox from the The Best 80's Album In the World Ever album- including song video, artist biography, translations and more: Walked in the cold air Freezing breath on a window pane Lying and waiting A man in the dark in a picture frame So m…
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Ultravox Lyrics. "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 reaching out in a piercing cry. It stays with you until.
Lying and waiting. A 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.
