So youll be an
Austrian nobleman
Commissioning
A symphony in C
Which defies all
Earthly descriptions
Youll be commissioning
A symphony in C
With money you squeeze
From the peasents
To your nephew
You can give it as a present
This magnificent
Symphony in C
Youll be commissioning
A symphony in C

Completely filling
The palace concert hall
Its warm and golden like
An oven thats wide open
It has a melody
Both happy and sad
Built on Victorias young triads

Youve entered the room
With great caution
Though no one in the hall
Is even watching
They are transfixed
They are forgetting
Just to breathe
They are so taken
By your symphony
In C

Youre sitting there
Thinking your thoughts
They are not about
What is but what is not
You are sitting there
Breathing in your breath
You are seldom breathing life
But mostly death

So youll be an
Austrian nobleman
Commissioning
A symphony in C
Which defies all
Earthly descriptions
Youll be commissioning
A symphony
In C