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
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 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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