Shirtless Sky - The Guild League

This tree grows figs from trunk and branch

These walls are white and sharp, the shadows clean

This air is young, these hours long

This morning’s perfect, something’s wrong

The shirtless sky, the burning bricks

The quiet burden of your absence

Knowing that your idea of bliss is days like this

The shirtless sky, the burning bricks

The quiet burden of your absence

Knowing that your idea of bliss is days like this

La la la la

La la la la

A ripe fig broken in your hands

A flash of perfect teeth, a hint of smile

The ancient streets you’re standing in

The sun still searches for your skin

The weeks go by, the sprinklers hiss

My heart is thirsty in your absence

Knowing that your idea of bliss is days like this

What can I say?

Six weeks away and I’ve nothing much to show

But you know that I will try to capture this morning light for you in your

absence

Knowing that your idea of bliss is days like this

The shirtless sky, the burning bricks

The quiet burden of your absence

Knowing that your idea of bliss is days like this

La la la la

La la la la