Viena 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. Ultravox
Just an illusion Searching for a destiny that's mine there's another place another time. touching many hearts along the way yeah hoping that i'll never have to say It's just an illusion - illusion - illusion. Follow your emotions anywhere is it really magic in the air? never let your feelings get you down. open up your eyes and look around It's just an illusion - illusion - illusion. Could it be that it's just an illusion putting me back in all this confusion? could it be that it's just an illusion now? could it be that it's just an illusion putting me back in all this confusion? could it be that it's just an illusion now? Could it be a picture in my mind? never sure exactly what i'll find. only in my dreams i turn you on. here for just a moment then you're gone. It's just an illusion - illusion - illusion. could it be that it's just an illusion putting me back in all this confusion ? could it be that it's just an illusion now ? could it be that it's just an illusion putting me back in all this confusion ? could it be that it's just an illusion now ? Imagination