The Lakes

Intro C  Em  Dm  Am  Am/B   
        C  Em  Dm  Am  Am/B   

C        Em               Dm            Am  Am/B  
Is it romantic how all of my elegies eulogize me?  
C           Em               Dm  
I'm not cut out for all …these …cynical clones  
      Am  Am/B  
These hunters …with cell phones  
   
Em                                  F  
Take me to the …lakes, where all the poets went to die  
           Am                            C  
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  
What should be over burrowed under my skin  
   Am                   Am/B  
In heart-stopping waves of hurt  
C              Em               Dm  
I've come too far to watch some namedropping sleaze  
        Am          Am/B  
Tell me what are my words worth  

Em                                  F  
Take me to the lakes, where all the poets went to die  
           Am                                  C  
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  
I want auroras and sad prose  
Dm                 Am     Am/B      C  
I want to watch wisteria grow right over my bare feet  
Em                          Dm  
Because I haven't moved in years  
Am  
And I want you right here  
C                         Em  
A red rose grew up out of ice frozen ground  
     Dm               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, where all the poets went to die  
           Am                              C  
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  
No, not without you