The lakes    (video)

 

    C - Em - Dm - Am (2x)

 

   C                  Em                Dm            Am 

1.    Isn’t it romantic how all my elegies eulogize me ?

C                    Em                    Dm

    I'm not cut out for all these cynical clones,

               Am

    these hunters with cell phones.

 

Em                                                           F

     Take me to the lakes, where all the poets went to die,

                Am                                                 G

I don't belong and, my beloved, neither do you.

Em                                                             F

     Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry,

                  G

I'm setting off, but not without my muse.

 

    C                           Em                   Dm

2.    What should be over, 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 ?

 

+  CHORUS

 

    C                             Em

+  I want auroras and sad prose,

    Dm                         Am                    C

    I want to watch wisteria grow right over my bare feet,

                  Em                           Dm         Am

    because I haven't moved in years, and I want you right here.

 

   C                           Em         Dm

3.   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                                                           F

     Take me to the lakes, where all the poets went to die,

                Am                                                 G

I don't belong and, my beloved, neither do you.

Em                                                             F

     Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry,

                  G

I'm setting off, but not without my muse.

 

+  repeat CHORUS

 

                               C

+  No, not without you.

 

+  C - Em - Dm - Am (2x) ….

 

(orig. = capo 2nd)    (Taylor Swift)