I think I hear the sounds of then and people talking
The scenes recalled by minute movement
And songs they fall from the backing tape
That certain texture, that certain smell
To lie in sweat on familiar sheets
In brick veneer on financed beds
In a room of silent HardieFlex
That certain texture, that certain smell
Brings home the heavy days
Brings home the the nighttime swell
Out on the patio we'd sit
And the humidity we'd breathe
We'd watch the lightning crack over cane fields
And laugh and think, "This is Australia"
The block is awkward, it faces west
Long diagonals and sloping, too
And in the distance, through the heat haze
In convoys of silence, the cattle graze
That certain texture, that certain beat
Brings forth the nighttime heat (cha-kow)
Out on the patio we'd sit
And the humidity we'd breathe
We'd watch the lightning crack over cane fields
Laugh and think that this is Australia
To lie in sweat, on familiar sheets
In brick veneer on financed beds
In a room of silent HardieFlex
That certain texture, that certain smell
Brings forth the heavy days
Brings forth the nighttime swell (cha-kow)
Out on the patio we'd sit
And the humidity we'd breathe
We'd watch the lightning crack over cane fields
And laugh and think, this is Australia
Out on the patio we'd sit
And the humidity we'd breathe
We'd watch the lightning crack over cane fields
And laugh and think, "This is Australia"
This is Australia
This is Australia
This is Australia
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