One, two, three
I count black sheep on my way to sleep
I can't pick and choose these devils in my patterned dreams
When I wake up I am smiling
Now I will not change my mind
I will remember the trouble in my brother's eye
"It's okay we don't cry we love the southern sky"
"It's okay we don't cry we love the southern sky"
"It's okay we don't cry we love the southern sky"
"It's okay we don't cry we love the southern sky"
You and me, these are titles I can hardly speak
Are we bound here to an echo tinted blue and green
Let my memory run backwards
So together we may lie
I will remember the fire in the southern sky
