Taylor Swift

The Lakes

Taylor Swift


Tom: C

Em:  022000
Dm:  xx0231
Am:  x02210
F:   133211
G:   320033


[Intro]
C  Em  Dm  Am  x2


[Verse 1]
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


[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 2]
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


[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               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