I think I hear the sounds of them,
and people talking, the scenes you recall,
by minute movement and songs they fall,
from the backing tape a certain texture,
that certain smell, to lying sweat,
unfamiliar sheets,
in brick veneer on finance beds,
in a room
of solid hard effects, a certain texture,
that certain smell,
brings home the heavy days,
brings home 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.
The block is awkward,
it faces west, with long diagonals sloping to,
in the distance,
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 cane fields,
laugh and think,
that this is Australia.
To lying sweat,
unfamiliar sheets,
in brick veneer on finance beds,
in a room of silent hard effects,
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.
This is Australia.
This is Australia.
This is Australia.
Check it out.
Check it out.
Yeah, check it out.