In Vienna We Were Poetry
Enroute to Vienna, I had only one song in my head, and it wasn't a classical piece. It was "Vienna," written by Frank Wildhorn and sung by Linda Eder. Play this song, make it the soundtrack for this post of my photographs from my visit to Vienna, Austria.
Watching the rain fall in Vienna
Pictures of another timeFrom the corner of a small cafe
We watched the world go by
Now we sit here the best of strangers
We played the game for all it's worth
Endless nights in Vienna's eyes
Take me back again
'Cause in Vienna- we were poetry
Yes, in Vienna- love was alive
Watching you watching me
All that our eyes could see
All of the nights
We chased into the dawn
It was the best time of my life
We can't surrender to a feeling
That dance belongs to yesterday
Yet, I still hear Vienna's song
Take me back again 'Cause in Vienna- we were poetry
Yes, in Vienna- love was alive
Watching you watching me
All that our eyes could see
All of the nights
We chased into the dawn
It was the best time of my life
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