[Strophe:]
A little piece of you
The little peace in me
Will diefor 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 cloudsa little peace of you
The little peace in me
Will diefor this is not americathere 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 ect