Lyric Unkind And Unwise

He was brought up in a house of women
In a city of heat that gave its children
Faith in the fable of coral and fish,
Told them the world was something to miss.

I turn to hold you, you re gone.
Fingers let go, I m gone.

That s just a little unkind
And just a little unwise.
That s just a little unkind
And just a little unwise.

The salt in the wind moves over the mudflats
Sticks to your skin and rusts up the lights,
Blows through the ferns that breathe in the dark,
I try to forget but it s so hard.

I turn to hold you, you re gone.
Fingers let go, I m gone.

That s just a little unkind
And just a little unwise.
That s just a little unkind
And just a little unwise.

What was once is a falling star;
It ll hit you and hurt you and open your heart.
Burn in a river tangled with reeds
While a crane on the water silently feeds.

I turn to hold you, you re gone.
Fingers let go, I m gone.

That s just a little unkind
And just a little unwise.

That s just a little unkind
And just a little unwise.

(repeat till cicadas join in the fun)