Magic Castle
Daniel P. Battenhouse, Isaac Slade, Joseph King
We walked in the cold air -
Freezing breath on the window pain
Lying waiting
A man in the dark in the picture frame
So mystic and soulful.
A voice reaching out and a piercing cry
It stays with you until
The feeling is gone
only you and I
This 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 cold empty silence
The warmth of your hand and a cold grey sky
It fades to the distance.
The image is gone
only you and I
This means nothing to me
This means nothing to me
Oh Vienna -
This means nothing to me
This means nothing to me
Oh Vienna.
