Текст песни Bells And Horns In The Back Of Beyond - 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
Told you 'bout the old groundling ways
Where the suburbs summer play in wrinkled sand
And never, never, never, never land

I get home, I see match, I drive down
I look out, I see those lines and lines and lines of swell and smile
Coolangatta, what's the matter?
Paradise, it's surfers' worse, as flashing lights and real estate, one last wave
Ah, get up and run
'Cause there's a beach lies quiet near the open sea
And a car park lay stretched where the bindiis used to be

When will I be yours?
When will I be mine?
When will I be yours?
When will I be mine?

(One, two, one, two, three, four)