Southern Sky

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

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

It’s okay we don’t cry we love the southern sky