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