Letras de La Push

We live in a bowl made of sky and stars
Perched on the edge of the world
And around the reservation everyone drives
In pickups and beaten up cars
And the rattles and drums, well they rise and they fall
In the circle unbroken in the village hall
With the flag of the conquerors high on the wall
And the sound of the foghorn of the island

Bury my heart deep in the forest
Perish my body in the cold, cold water
And bless what is left, bless what is left of the tribe

There are fishermen, there are whales
Out past the jagged rocks
Sharp like the teeth of the bay
And there are credit checks cashed
Down at the village store
And junk food and beer for the day
And the rattles and drums, well they rise and they fall
In the circle unbroken in the village hall
With the flag of the conquerors high on the wall
And the sound of the foghorn of the island

Bury my heart deep in the forest
Perish my body in the cold, cold water
And bless what is left, bless what is left of the tribe

Look away, look away
The wolf transforms into a man
Some things should never be seen
And a hundred great birds
Swoop down across the breakers
And the spirit wind blows
And things just happen

Bury my heart deep in the forest
Perish my body in the cold, cold water
And bless what is left, bless what is left of the tribe