| Our skin tied over the drum |
| An elder’s eyes into the woods did run |
| Children tied into the drum |
| A newborn’s tears with the river did run |
| Eagle cries over the drum |
| An ancient seed smiles into the light of the sun |
| While Medusa’s head of black snakes |
| Tears through the loss and what remains |
| Praying while dogs snap between labor pains |
| Empty words spoken again and again |
| The Sacred Hoop broken that we’re trying to mend |
| So we’ll split the light in two we’ll split the light in two |
| So we’ll split the light in two we’ll split the light in two |
| We’ll split the light in two we’ll spit the light in you |
| Ya-na-we-na-he-ya-wa-na-he-ne |
| Ya-na-we-na-he-ya-wa-na-he-ne-o-a |
| Our men within the drum |
| Spirit ladder starlight the rungs |
| Women feeding the drum |
| Planting kernels of corn awakening has begun |
| Wolf crying over the drum |
| Ancient seeds smile into the light of the sun |
| While Medusa’s head of black snakes |
| Tears through the loss and what remains |
| Praying while dogs snap between labor pains |
| Empty words spoken again and again |
| The Sacred Hoop broken that we’re trying to mend |
| So we’ll split the light in two we’ll split the light in two |
| So we’ll split the light in two we’ll split the light in two |
| We’ll split the light in two we’ll spit the light in you |
| Ya-na-we-na-he-ya-wa-na-he-ne |
| Ya-na-we-na-he-ya-wa-na-he-ne-o-a |