(Composição: David Bowie, Pat Metheny e Lyle Mays) This is not America, sha-la-la-la-la A little piece of you A little peace in me will die (This is not a miracle) For this is not America Blossom fails to bloom this season Promise not to stare too long (This is not America) 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 For this is not America Sha-la-la-la-la Sha-la-la-la-la Sha-la-la-la-la This is not America No! This is not, sha-la-la-la-la Snowman melting from the inside Falcon spirals to the ground (This could be the biggest sky) So bloody red, tomorrow's clouds A little piece of you A little piece in me will die (This could be a miracle) 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 For this is not America Sha-la-la-la-la Sha-la-la-la-la Sha-la-la-la-la This is not America No This is not, sha-la-la-la This is not America No This is not This is not America No This is not, sha-la-la-la
