Picture streets of Vienna as you're comin' down,
Wet your hair from the gutter that's flooding around us
Castles built from sand--we're not safe and sound...
Careful so you don't get your heart caught inside
The door's shutting behind us; you need a pep talk
Your love is surfacing--we're not safe and sound.
We don't get up early--we stay up late
Nothing gets handed to us, we have to wait for
The call of love to sound--as it makes its way
Through the comedy of nothing.
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