[Intro]
C  Em  Dm  Am  Am/B x2
[Verse]
C         Em             Dm         Am  Am/B 
  Is it romantic how all my elegies eulogize me? 
C             Em                Dm 
  I'm not cut out for all these cynical clones 
      Am Am/B 
These hunters with cell phones
[Chorus]
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
[Verse]
C                Em            Dm 
  What should be over burrowed under my skin 
   Am                   Am/B 
In heart-stopping waves of hurt 
C               Em                Dm 
  I've come too far to watch some namedropping sleaze 
        Am          Am/B 
Tell me what are my words worth
[Chorus]
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
[Bridge]
C                  Em 
I want auroras and sad prose 
Dm                 Am    (Am/B)     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
[Chorus]
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