Snowpoet - Roots Lyrics

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.

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?

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.