the lakes - original version
Is it romantic how all my elegies eulogize me?
I'm not cut out for all these cynical clones
These hunters with cellphones
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 settin' off, but not without my muse
What should be over burrowed under my skin
In heart-stoppin' waves of hurt
I've come too far to watch some name-droppin' sleaze
Tell me what are my words worth
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 settin' off, but not without my muse
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
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 settin' off, but not without my muse
Not without you
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 to cry
I'm settin' off, but not without my muse
No, not without you
I'm not cut out for all these cynical clones
These hunters with cellphones
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 settin' off, but not without my muse
What should be over burrowed under my skin
In heart-stoppin' waves of hurt
I've come too far to watch some name-droppin' sleaze
Tell me what are my words worth
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 settin' off, but not without my muse
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
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 settin' off, but not without my muse
Not without you
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 to cry
I'm settin' off, but not without my muse
No, not without you
Credits
Writer(s): Jack Michael Antonoff, Taylor A. Swift
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Link
Altri album
- THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT: THE ANTHOLOGY
- THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT
- Am I Allowed to Cry? Songs
- I Can Do It With a Broken Heart Songs
- Old Habits Die Screaming Songs
- You Don’t Get to Tell Me About Sad Songs
- I Love You, It’s Ruining My Life Songs
- You're Losing Me (From The Vault)
- 1989 (Taylor's Version) [Deluxe]
- "Slut!" (Taylor's Version) [From The Vault] - Single
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