Testo di 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