Bells and Horns in the Back of Beyond by Midnight Oil Lyrics

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
Ah, get up and run

'Cause there's a beach lies quiet near the open sea
And a carpark lay stretched where the bindis used to be
When will I be yours?
When will I be mine?