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 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
And laugh and think, this is Australia
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The block is awkward - it faces west
With long diagonals, sloping too
And in the distance, and 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
And 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
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 canefields
And laugh and think, this is Australia
This is Australia, this is Australia, this is Australia
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