Night train to Vienna
riding through the foggy countryside;
outside the darkness and the rain,
inside the shadow and the pain
you've forgotten the fire
but the flames still burn in the night so bright
it has happened before
so it can happen again.
Burning flowers
in the empty streets at midnight
whatever happens
it has happened before, long ago
we were just burning flowers
while the shadows gathered among us
we were just burning flowers
right before the storm.
Another night on the road
from Berlin Vienna
all the way to Vienna
we were dreaming of the past.
The past lies ahead
the future's left behind us;
no room for the present
in this glorious scheme of things.
Well, these flames still burn in the night so bright;
has it happened before?
or will it happen again?
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