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