Sounds of Then (This Is Australia)

Woah-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh, oh Woah-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh, oh 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 Then brings home the heavy days Brings home the night time swell Out on the patio, wе'd sit And the humidity we'd breathе We'd watch the lightning crack over cane-fields 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 nighttime heat 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, 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 swell 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, 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 Laugh and think, this is Australia (woo-oo-oo) This is Australia (woo-oo-oo) This is Australia (woo-oo-oo) This is Australia (woo-oo-oo) Woah-oh, oh-oh