Album Name : Spring Hill Fair
Release Date : 2008-02-10
Song Duration : 3:05
Go-betweens 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)
