[Hook: Dave Crowe]
I'm looking through the
Dust on my louvres
Holding out for the monsoon rain
[Verse 1: Requiem]
Wake up, peer past dust on my louvres
Boot up, get a spark from my computer
Sure ‘nough, Darwin pub later for a schooner
Day to day Territory life, nothing truer
Feelin' like a ruler since I moved to the Top End
Got sun, got rain, got beauty, got friends
Sport Lacoste in the land of the crocs
Taste success, man I won't stop
A man feelin' lost found a tropical home
Nearing 30 and damn I feel grown
Stand on my own but respect brothers backing me
Got to laugh at those who turned their back on me
Big love from the vets, newcomers wanna step
I don't fret, since I flew north on a jet
Blessed, past Capricorn I'm set
Bathe in the Build Up, and wait for the Wet
[Hook: Dave Crowe]
I'm looking through the
Dust on my louvres
Holding out for the monsoon rain
[Verse 2: Requiem]
Siting next to pandanas eating paw paw salad
30 C in August, of course you're jealous
Neighbours' spice evolved my raw pallet
Seasonal change, I enjoy the balance
The land of Larrakia made me think
Many people mixed in a cultural sink
All different, all have a common link
All watch a sunset of orange and pink
Humid city inspired by hooligans
Catalyst for change like Madden Julian
A southern lens with a northern filter
Healed by Dry Season, scarred by Build Up
Love the Burn but new city had my eye on
Left for a new broad on the horizon
Somewhere between S.A. and Saigon
Short term stay but the vibe is life long
[Hook: Dave Crowe]
I'm looking through the
Dust on my louvres
Holding out for the monsoon rain
Holding out for the monsoon rain
Holding out for the monsoon rain
I'm looking through the
Dust on my louvres
Holding out for the monsoon rain
I'm looking through the
Dust on my louvres
Holding out for the monsoon rain
Holding out for the monsoon rain