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