Tom: C
Introdução: C Em Dm Am
C Em Dm Am
Is it romantic how all my elegies eulogize me?
C Em Dm
I' m not cut out for all these cynical clones
Am
These hunters with cell phones
Em F
Take me to the lakes, where all the poets went to die
Am G/B
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
In heart-stopping waves of hurt
C Em Dm
I' ve come too far to watch some namedropping sleaze
Am
Tell me what are my words worth
Em F
Take me to the lakes, where all the poets went to die
Am G/B
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 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 Dm
A red rose grew up out of ice frozen ground
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 F
Take me to the lakes, where all the poets went to die
Am G/B
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