Unkind And Unwise

(álbum: Spring Hill Fair - 1984)

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