[Intro] [guitar hums, amp buzzes lightly] (Alright, from the top) (One, two, three, four) [Verse 1] Daughter of a poet and a problem set They tried to keep you in a silk corset Tea cups shaking with the railway age You saw numbers crawling off the page Victorian shadows on the parlor wall You were hearing futures in the engine’s call [Pre Chorus] Punch cards flutter like a flock in flight All that logic underneath the light They called it madness, called it a dream You called it code inside the steam [Chorus] Ada Lovelace, writing stars in sequences In a world of lace and coal and kerosene Turning numbers into music, into frequencies You were the future that the past could not have seen Ada Lovelace, in the hum of every node You are the ghost, the ghost in the code [Verse 2] You saw patterns where they saw expense A clockwork heart beneath the common sense Babbage plans scattered on the floor You drew constellations no one named before “Poetical science” on your tongue A revolution that died too young [Pre Chorus] Punch cards falling like a paper rain Every symbol singing in your brain They called it fancy, called it art You knew the circuit that could hold a heart [Chorus] Ada Lovelace, writing stars in sequences In a world of lace and coal and kerosene Turning numbers into music, into frequencies You were the future that the past could not have seen Ada Lovelace, in the hum of every node You are the ghost, the ghost in the code [Bridge] Now the screens light up the midnight air Every algorithm whispers you were there From the bedroom labs to the server farms We are still chasing what you held in your arms First to imagine what a song could be When a machine starts dreaming in binary [Chorus] Ada Lovelace, writing stars in sequences In a world of lace and coal and kerosene Turning numbers into music, into frequencies You were the future that the past could not have seen Ada Lovelace, in the hum of every node You are the ghost, the ghost in the code [Outro] So here’s our hymn to the code you traced From a candlelit room to the boundless space Every line we write, every path we load Carries your name in the spine of the code
