"the lakes"

[00:21.96] Is it romantic how all my elegies eulogize me?

[00:32.61] I'm not cut out for all these cynical clones

[00:39.59] These hunters with cell phones

[00:43.32] Take me to the Lakes where all the poets went to die

[00:47.08] I don't belong and, my beloved, neither do you

[00:53.58] Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry

[00:57.59] I'm setting off, but not without my muse

[01:04.57] What should be over burrowed under my skin

[01:11.59] In heart-stopping waves of hurt

[01:15.34] I've come too far to watch some namedropping sleaze

[01:22.08] Tell me what are my words worth

[01:25.95] Take me to the Lakes where all the poets went to die

[01:29.69] I don't belong and, my beloved, neither do you

[01:36.19] Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry

[01:40.18] I'm setting off, but not without my muse

[01:46.81] I want auroras and sad prose

[01:51.89] I want to watch wisteria grow right over my bare feet

[01:59.91] 'Cause I haven't moved in years

[02:05.61] And I want you right here

[02:08.83] A red rose grew up out of ice frozen ground

[02:15.55] With no one around to tweet it

[02:18.95] While I bathe in cliffside pools

[02:23.09] With my calamitous love and insurmountable grief

[02:30.00] Take me to the Lakes where all the poets went to die

[02:33.49] I don't belong and, my beloved, neither do you

[02:40.25] Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry

[02:44.23] I'm setting off, but not without my muse

[02:49.14] No, not without you