The Lakes Tabulatur von Taylor Swift (für Baryton)

C Em F Dm X2

C          Em              F      Dm
Is it romantic how all my elegies eulogize me?
C          Em                 F
I'm not cut out for all these cynical clones
Dm
These hunters with cell phones

Em                                  F
Take me to the lakes, where all the poets went to die
        Am                                 G
I don't belong and, my beloved, neither do you
Em                                  F
Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry
            Am                       G
I'm setting off, but not without my muse

C               Em            F
What should be over burrowed under my skin



   Dm
In heart-stopping waves of hurt
C                 Em               F
  I've come too far to watch some name-dropping sleaze
        Dm
Tell me what are my Wordsworth

Em                                  F
Take me to the lakes, where all the poets went to die
        Am                                 G
I don't belong and, my beloved, neither do you
Em                                  F
Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry
            Am                       G
I'm setting off, but not without my muse

C                  Em
I want auroras and sad prose
F                  Dm               C
I want to watch wisteria grow right over my bare feet
       Em                F
'Cause I haven't moved in years
Dm
  And I want you right here
C                Em         F
  A red rose grew up out of ice frozen ground
     Dm
With no one around to tweet it
C                 Em
 While I bathe in cliff-side pools
         F                       Dm
With my calamitous love and insurmountable grief

Em                                  F
Take me to the lakes, where all the poets went to die
        Am                                 G
I don't belong and, my beloved, neither do you
Em                                  F
Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry
            Am                       G
I'm setting off, but not without my muse