Southern Sky کے بول

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