Sounds Of Then (This Is Australia)

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 Check it out