Bells & Horns In The Back Of Beyond Lyrics - Midnight Oil

The Southern Aurora was late again 

As I waited at central to take you home 

Winking spinning sparkling lights on our flat earth 

You talk about the old groundling ways 

Where the suburbs summer pulse and play in wrinkled sand and 

never never never neverland 

I get home I see them drive down 

I look out and see those lines and lines and lines of swell and 

smiles 

Coolangatta, what's the matter? 

Paradise, it's a surfer's world and flashing lights and real 

estate 

With one last wave 

Ahhh, get up and run 

'Cause there's a beach lies quiet near the open sea 

And a carpark lay streched where the bindis used to be 

When will I be yours 

When will I be mine