Little piece of you A little peace of me will die For this is not America A 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 This is (This is not) Not America Shalalalala, shalalalala, shalalalala This is not America (No) This is not Shalalalala Showman melting from the inside Falcon spirals to the ground (This could be the biggest sky) So bloody red tomorrows' clouds A little piece of you A little peace in me will die (This could be a miracle) For this is not America There was a time A storm that blew so pure For this could be the biggest sky And I could have the faintest idea This is (This is not) Not America Shalalalala, shalalalala, shalalalala This is not America This is not America This is not America This is not Shalalalala This is not America (No) This is not Shalalalala