Innocence isn't my America Fabricated and struck from skies above Now we find ourselves stuck standing in this place Here we are again, the dance of days No! A stance to change so To will it within Find friend in foe To risk it all The task of love I'd risk it all for the chance of love and nothing returned Read the news today, oh boy I gotta say what an idea... Nevertheless This too shall pass Ivory and ebony Neither of but in between America