Roots

In the before time, I'd hold the Sun
Pockets of light sounding themselves
Accompanying me along my familiar
My roots take form from the ground

Oh, oh, oh, oh
Head up, head up, head up, head up, head up
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Head up, head up, head up, head up, head up

Up here, old skies and new shapes arresting
I'll align myself with chimney tops and faded stores
I disagree, I take a stand
The power relations are out of hand
What's the motif? What's the reason
Behind this false agreement?
This over-written non-achievement?

Oh, oh, oh, oh
Head up, head up, head up, head up, head up
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Head up, head up, head up, head up, head up

We are in a movement that is failing us now
Are we expected to just accept what you say?
Your message comes through loud and clear

In the before time, I'd hold the Sun
In the before time, I'd hold the Sun