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)