[Verse 1]

Is it romantic how all of 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