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 hardiflex
That certain texture
That certain smell
Brings home
the heavy days
Brings home the
night time swell
Out on the
patio we'd sit
And the humidity
we'd breathe
We'd watch the
lightning crack
over canefields
Laugh and think,
this is Australia
The block is awkward
it faces west
With 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
night time heat
Out on the patio
we'd sit
And the humidity
we'd breathe
We'd watch the
lightning crack
over canefields
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 hardiflex
That certain texture
That certain smell
Brings forth the
heavy days
Brings forth the
night time sweat
Out on the patio
we'd sit
And the humidity
we'd breathe
We'd watch the
lightning crack
over canefields
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 canefields
Laugh and think
this is Australia
This is Australia
This is Australia
This is Australia
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