Sorry to be off loading all this on you all, but I think I've just opened the flood gates, it all started with a walk in the cold air. Freezing breath on a window plane, lying and waiting. A man in the dark in a picture frame, so mystic and soulful... a voice reaching out in a piercing cry. I tell you 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