This is not America
A little piece of you
The little peace in me will die
 
For this is not America
 
Blossom fails to bloom this season
Promise not to stare too long
For this is not a miracle
There was a time
A storm that blew so pure
For this could be the biggest sky
And I could have the faintest idea
Snowman melting from the inside
Falcon spirals to the ground
So bloody red tomorrows clouds
A little piece of you
The little peace in me will die
 
For this is not America
 
There was a time
A wind that blew so young
For this could be the biggest sky
And I could have the faintest idea