Songtext von This Is Not America

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 idea Snowman melting From the inside Falcon spirals To the ground So bloody red Tomorrows clouds A little piece of you The little piece 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 etc