Unkind and Unwise - The Go-Betweens

He was brought up in a house of women

In a city of heat that gave it’s 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)