This Is Not America Songtext
von Juliette Lewis

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


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