Lyrics Parallelogram - Deastro

Parallelogram

First in leading my heart into new decisions
First in laying a plan for a better vision
First in leading my faith into stiller waters
First in charting a plan for our sons and daughters
I’ve got my only reservation strapped to wings of a bird with a missing beak
I’ve got my only preservation spent on the sight of the ones who care for me
What’s it gonna be
The laws of earth were made for kings and priests but not for me
The fires burning high in suburbs and Salem in Harlem and Western philosophy
Holiest of words and wonders written on our sides
It’s getting old it’s getting ugly
Trying to make rocks sing
Letting the mysterious guide babies on their way
It’s strange
But now we all say!