The Lakes - Ver 390

D F#m Em Bm 2x D F#m Em Bm Is it romantic how all my elegies eulogize me? D F#m Em I'm not cut out for all these cynical clones Bm These hunters with cell phones F#m G Take me to the lakes, where all the poets went to die Bm A/C# I don't belong and, my beloved, neither do you F#m G Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry A I'm setting off, but not without my muse D F#m Em What should be over burrowed under my skin Bm In heart-stopping waves of hurt D F#m Em I've come too far to watch some namedropping sleaze Bm Tell me what are my words worth F#m G Take me to the lakes, where all the poets went to die Bm A/C# I don't belong and, my beloved, neither do you F#m G Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry A I'm setting off, but not without my muse D F#m I want auroras and sad prose Em Bm D I want to watch wisteria grow right over my bare feet F#m Em Because I haven't moved in years Bm And I want you right here D F#m Em A red rose grew up out of ice frozen ground Bm With no one around to tweet it D F#m While I bathe in cliffside pools Em Bm With my calamitous love and insurmountable grief F#m G Take me to the lakes, where all the poets went to die Bm A/C# I don't belong and, my beloved, neither do you F#m G Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry A I'm setting off, but not without my muse D No, not without you