[Intro] Names turn slowly on the tongue A sealed door, a listening drum [Verse 1] I trace the letters in the margin of a weathered page Each crooked mark a little key, each breath a measured phrase The candle gutters; still I read the pattern line by line A borrowed tongue, a steady pulse, a map beneath the sign No crown, no command, just a question in the air I speak into the quiet and the quiet answers there [Chorus] Aethyr to aethyr, carry the call Words like a stairway rising through the wall I name what I can, let the rest remain Old signs, new voice, turning through the strain [Verse 2] The ink runs blue where my thumb crossed the page I keep my feet down, though the syllables rage Not a promise of power, not a key to the throne Just a mind meeting mystery, awake on its own I set each sound carefully, let its edges ring clear A strange alphabet opening space in the fear [Chorus] Aethyr to aethyr, carry the call Words like a stairway rising through the wall I name what I can, let the rest remain Old signs, new voice, turning through the strain [Outro] Close the book gently Keep the question alive
