They lakes

[00:22.14] Is it romantic how all my elegies eulogize me?

[00:32.88] I'm not cut out for all these cynical clones

[00:39.90] These hunters with cell phones

[00:43.65] Take me to the Lakes where all the poets went to die

[00:47.64] I don't belong and, my beloved, neither do you

[00:53.88] Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry

[00:58.13] I'm setting off, but not without my muse

[01:04.90] What should be over burrowed under my skin

[01:11.89] In heart-stopping waves of hurt

[01:15.63] I've come too far to watch some namedropping sleaze

[01:22.41] Tell me what are my words worth

[01:26.16] Take me to the Lakes where all the poets went to die

[01:29.91] I don't belong and, my beloved, neither do you

[01:36.64] Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry

[01:40.64] I'm setting off, but not without my muse

[01:47.02] I want auroras and sad prose

[01:52.51] I want to watch wisteria grow right over my bare feet

[02:00.74] 'Cause I haven't moved in years

[02:06.06] And I want you right here

[02:09.56] A red rose grew up out of ice frozen ground

[02:16.06] With no one around to tweet it

[02:20.06] While I bathe in cliffside pools

[02:23.80] With my calamitous love and insurmountable grief

[02:30.31] Take me to the Lakes where all the poets went to die

[02:34.47] I don't belong and, my beloved, neither do you

[02:40.97] Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry

[02:44.98] I'm setting off, but not without my muse

[02:49.46] No, not without you