Lyrics Midnight Oil – Bells And Horns In The Back Of Beyond
Text:
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
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
Album
Midnight Oil – Red Sails In The Sunset
Midnight Oil – Shipyards Of New Zealand
Midnight Oil – Bells And Horns In The Back Of Beyond
Midnight Oil – Harrisburg
Midnight Oil – Helps Me Helps You
Midnight Oil – Kosciuszko
Midnight Oil – Who Can Stand In The Way
Midnight Oil – Jimmy Sharman’s Boxers
Midnight Oil – Minutes To Midnight
Midnight Oil – Sleep
Midnight Oil – Best Of Both Worlds
Midnight Oil – When The Generals Talk