[Verse 1] Little Ludwig in Bonn Fists on the keys Beethoven hearing thunder long before he hears the breeze Losing all his hearing Still he shouts in ink “Für Elise” in a whisper “Ninth” on the brink Mozart in Vienna Writing tunes like breath “Eine kleine Nachtmusik” spinning past death Playing tricks in the salons Laughing between shows Thirty-five years only That’s all the time he knows [Chorus] These are our symphonies and stories Ink and heart on every page From quiet rooms to crowded glory Their echoes never age Call their names Feel them in the air Beethoven Mozart They’re still there [Verse 2] Johann Sebastian Bach with children at his side Cantor in a small town A notebook open wide “Brandenburg Concertos” for friends who never knew Those counterpointed puzzle lines the world would grow into Frédéric Chopin coughing through the night Polish rain in “Nocturnes ” Paris candlelight Tiny crowded parlor Hands like falling snow Every sigh in “Ballade No. 1” tells you what he can’t show [Chorus] These are our symphonies and stories Ink and heart on every page From quiet rooms to crowded glory Their echoes never age Say their names Feel them in the air Bach and Chopin They’re still there [Bridge] Tchaikovsky with “Swan Lake” Watching paper swans take flight (woah) Debussy and “La Mer” Painting water out of light Clara Schumann on the road Playing what she had to hide Mahler with his long goodbyes Folding whole worlds inside [Chorus] These are our symphonies and stories Ink and heart on every page From quiet rooms to crowded glory Their echoes never age Call their names Feel them in the air All of them singing Everywhere
