The Lakes

Intro -x2-: D  Gbm  Em  Bm  Bm
 
Verse 1:
D         Gbm             Em         Bm  Bm   
  Is it romantic how all my elegies eulogize me?
D             Gbm                Em
  I'm not cut out for all these cynical clones
      Bm Bm   
These hunters with cell phones
 
Chorus:
Gbm                                   G
  Take me to the lakes, where all the poets went to die
          Bm                               A   
I don't belong and, my beloved, neither do you
Gbm                                G
  Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry
            A
I'm setting off, but not without my muse
 
Verse 2:
D                Gbm            Em
  What should be over burrowed under my skin
   Bm                   Bm   
In heart-stopping waves of hurt
D               Gbm                Em
  I've come too far to watch some namedropping sleaze
        Bm          Bm   
Tell me what are my words worth
 
Chorus:
Gbm                                   G
  Take me to the lakes, where all the poets went to die
           Bm                              A   
I don't belong and, my beloved, neither do you
Gbm                                 G
  Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry
             A
I'm setting off, but not without my muse
 
Bridge:
D                  Gbm
I want auroras and sad prose
Em                 Bm                D
I want to watch wisteria grow right over my bare feet
Gbm                          Em
  Because I haven't moved in years
Bm
And I want you right here
D              Gbm           Em
  A red rose grew up out of ice frozen ground
     Bm
With no one around to tweet it
D                  Gbm
  While I bathe in cliffside pools
          Em                     Bm
With my calamitous love and insurmountable grief
 
Chorus:
Gbm                                      G
  Take me to the lakes, where all the poets went to die
           Bm                              A   
I don't belong and, my beloved, neither do you
Gbm                                 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