the lakes (original version)

Taylor Swift

the lakes - original version

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Composer Lyricist

Jack Antonoff

Thiago Polo

Wiktoria R.

Cintia Argañaraz

harika koduri

Giada Sanna

Aybüke Yılmaz

David Stöttner

Ezekiel Dennis

Mai Anh Pham

Andy Maisterra

William Nguyen

Is it romantic how all my elegies eulogize me?
I′m not cut out for all these cynical clones
These hunters with cellphones

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 settin' off, but not without my muse

What should be over burrowed under my skin
In heart-stoppin' waves of hurt
I′ve come too far to watch some name-droppin′ sleaze
Tell me what are my words worth

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 settin' off, but not without my muse

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

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 settin' off, but not without my muse
Not without you

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 to cry
I′m settin' off, but not without my muse
No, not without you

Country

Traditional Country

Is it romantic how all my elegies eulogize me?

I'm not cut out for all these cynical clones

verse

Take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die

Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry

chorus

What should be over burrowed under my skin

I've come too far to watch some name-droppin' sleaze

I want to watch wisteria grow right over my bare feet

bridge

A red rose grew up out of ice frozen ground

Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect to cry