[Intro — William, calm, almost amused] Funny thing about the oldest language — everybody speaks it. Nobody knows they do. [Verse 1] A circle's not just a circle. A line's not only drawn. Every shape you've ever traced was a spell before the world had dawn. [Verse 2] The mathematician calls it theorem. The engineer just calls it true. Neither one bows to what they're casting — they just trust it'll do what it's built to do. [Chorus] It's the oldest language ever spoken, older than a single word. We call it science. Call it structure. It's just magic that got quiet. That's all it's ever been. [Verse 3] Leinad reads it like a mother tongue — thread and load and weight and line. He doesn't call it holy. He just calls it doing something right. [Verse 4] The stage magician knows it too, somehow, even calling it a trick. Smoke and mirrors, sleight of hand — still the shape still does the work, still makes it stick. [Chorus repeats, fuller — more instrumental layers joining] It's the oldest language ever spoken, older than a single word. We call it science. Call it structure. It's just magic that got quiet. That's all it's ever been. [Bridge — instrumental, multiple geometric patterns overlapping] [Final Verse] You don't need to believe in wonder to be speaking it every single day. The shape don't care what name you give it. It just answers, either way. [Outro — William, quiet, warm] Ask the world a question shaped correctly... ...it always, always answers.
