Bells Horns In The Back Of Beyond 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, whats the matter?

Paradise, its a surfers world and flashing lights and real

Estate

With one last wave

Ahhh, get up and run

cause theres 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
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