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

A certain texture, that certain smell

That brings home the heavy days

Brings home 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 that slope in two

And in the distance, through the heat haze

In convoys of silence, the cattle graze

That certain texture, that certain beat

Ah, brings forth the nighttime heat, ch'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

A certain texture, that certain smell

That brings forth the heavy days

Brings forth the nighttime sweat, ch'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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