Arctic World — текст песни (midnight oil)

I don`t want to grow anything in my heart
I don`t want to write all these things int he sand
I don`t wish to listen and not understand
I don`t want to tramp up the footpath of stares
Don`t want to be an advocate
Don`t want to be a momument

There is nothing that grows in your arctic world

I don`t want to breathe that Smithsonian air
I don`t want to listen when they toll the bell
`cos I can`t take another industrial feast
On the ground, on my back, out there
I want to meet the president
Of a country without sense

There is nothing that grows in his arctic world
There is nothing that grows in your arctic world
There is nothing that grows in this arctic world