Lyrics The Photographer - The Guild League

The Photographer

Black sunglasses
Singlet skirt
Your wet hair close
Against your head
You smile, I squint
In a blue t-shirt
My swimming shorts are white and red
I’m smiling too
Right hand on hip
Left arm around your slender waist
The sky is blue white
Sunlight sets beyond the camera we’ve faced
Behind us is a well-worn path
Stone fences, stunted conifer
Before us is
An unknown sea
The sun
The sun
And the photographer