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