Lyrics:

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

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 night time 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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