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