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 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 etc

Songwriters

BOWIE, DAVID / METHENY, PAT / MAYS, LYLEPublished by

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