A little piece of you
The little peace in me
Will die for this is not america
Blossom falls 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 ideas now man melting 
From the inside Falcon spirals 
To the ground 
So bloody red 
Tomorrows clouds a little peace 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
this could be the biggest sky
This could be a miracle
This could be