[Instrumental Intro: bright melodic 1970s art-rock, acoustic guitar, warm piano, melodic bass, light 12-string shimmer, crisp vintage drums gradually entering] [Verse 1: fully sung low male vocal, warm melodic folk-rock, relaxed and curious] You said you knew So I asked how You explained So I asked more You gave me reasons I asked what for You drew a line I found a door Bare feet on the market stone A square that they all call their own Just one question for the righteous man Who suddenly has another plan Men of virtue cross the square Men of knowledge gather there Every answer proudly shown Every certainty their own [Pre-Chorus: brighter rhythmic lift, playful bass and guitar answers, vocal growing more insistent] Ask again Change one word Funny how the room gets stirred Ask again Turn it around Funny how the answers come down [Chorus: expansive melodic 70s art-rock, soaring sung vocal, warm stacked harmonies] I’ll ask you, I swear I need to hear Your wisdom so great That I can’t debate I’ll ask you, my friend What do you defend? If knowledge has a doorway Who decides where it ends? [Verse 2: short guitar and piano turnaround, then elegant driving folk-rock, fully sung vocal, playful curiosity gaining weight] You spoke of justice You spoke of law I asked you gently What justice was You spoke of virtue Pure and bright I asked who chooses Wrong from right The answer changed The faces did too One simple question Became twenty-two Now whispers travel through the square Suddenly the stones have ears Every question leaves a mark Every silence feeds the dark [Pre-Chorus: same rhythmic shape, brighter pulse with growing tension] Ask again Change one word Funny how the city gets stirred Ask again Turn it around Funny how the voices come down [Chorus: fuller vintage drums, rising melodic bass, broad warm harmonies] I’ll ask you, I swear I need to hear Your wisdom so great That I can’t debate I’ll ask you, my friend What do you defend? If knowledge has a doorway Who decides where it ends? [Verse 3: brief guitar flourish, then flowing melodic art-rock, more serious but still graceful and driving] They said my questions went too far They said the young were listening They said a city needs its laws And certainty needs discipline I brought no sword I raised no hand I only asked You to understand You called it danger You called it wrong Funny how a question Can outlive a song Whispers gathered into names Names were written into blame What began beneath the sun Ended where the judges come [Pre-Chorus: restrained drums, piano and bass carrying the tension, same recurring rhythmic motif] Ask again Change one word Funny how the court gets stirred Ask again One last time Funny how a question turns to crime [Bridge: graceful emotional drop, acoustic guitar, warm piano and soft Mellotron, intimate fully sung vocal] They offered silence Dressed as grace A final kindness For knowing my place No shouting crowd No grand parade Just one small cup Already made The room went still The daylight thinned I looked inside And almost grinned [Brief musical suspension] So this is your answer [Final Chorus: soaring bittersweet 70s art-rock, full harmonies, expressive guitar, gradually building into the largest section] I’ll ask you, my friend What do you defend? If knowledge has a doorway Who decides where it ends? I’ll ask you again Though the room has gone still If truth needs my silence Was it ever truth at all? I’ll ask you, I swear I still need to hear That wisdom so certain That brought us all here I’ll ask you, my friend At the very end If knowledge has a doorway Who decides where it ends? [Outro: warm piano, acoustic guitar and melodic bass gradually thinning, lyrical electric guitar answering the vocal] You said you knew So I asked how You explained So I asked more [Outro Refrain: soft layered backing vocals, gentle and fading] Ask the soldier what is brave Ask the master whom we save Ask the righteous what is good Watch him answer as he should [Instrumental fade]
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