[Verse 1] Grandmother hums a scale she never studied My tongue finds grammar before I can name it Sumerian marks in the dust of a tablet Who taught the first hand how to shape it? A furnace breathes where the cold stones gather Bellows rise and the red ore softens Was there a teacher just out of the picture? Or did we learn by making and watching? [Chorus] Did we build the door, or find the key? Did the old stones wait for you and me? Every age leaves a mark in the clay We inherit the question, then carry it away [Verse 2] Under Cappadocia, rooms in the mountain Passages fold where the daylight can’t follow Archway stands with its measured shadow How many hands made the stone seem hollow? Maybe the answer is lost in the layers Maybe the legend got polished for power Maybe a people made tools from their failures And left us a wonder that outlived the hour [Chorus] Did we build the door, or find the key? Did the old stones wait for you and me? Every age leaves a mark in the clay We inherit the question, then carry it away [Bridge] If this world came ready, who wrote the rules? Who keeps the ledger, who names the truth? I won’t call my neighbor a piece in a game We’re hands on the wheel, not a number or name [Final Chorus] Did we build the door, or find the key? Did the old stones wait for you and me? Every age leaves a mark in the clay We inherit the question, then carry it away [Outro] A child asks why, and the old song starts A tool meets a need, a spark meets the dark The past leaves clues, but it doesn’t decide We make what comes next with our own hands alive
