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