think I hear the sounds of them
the scenes recalled by minute movement
the songs they fall from the back
and take a certain texture
in brick veneer on finest beds
in a rube of silent artiflex
brings home the heavy days
Brings home the nighttime swell
And the humidity we breathe
We watch the lightning crack
Rock is awkward, it faces west
With long diagonals and sloping tubes
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
And the humidity we breathe
We watch the lightning crack
and the humidity we breathe
We watch the lightning crack
Laugh and think this is Australia
an d the humidity we breathe
We watch the lightning crack
And the humidity we breathe