This Is Not America

This Is Not America
A little piece of you
The little peace in me
Will die
For this is not america
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

Snowman melting
From the inside
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
'This Is Not America' de David Bowie es una reflexión profunda sobre la decadencia y la pérdida de esperanza en un mundo que ya no es lo que solía ser. La canción evoca un sentimiento de desilusión, con letras que hablan de la muerte simbólica de la inocencia y la belleza...