Bài hát the lakes (original version) Báo Lỗi

Is it romantic

How all of my elegies eulogize me

I'm not cut out

For all these cynical clones

These hunters with cell phones

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 setting off

But not without my muse

What should be over burrowed

Under my skin

In heart-stopping waves of hurt

I've come too far to watch

Some namedropping 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 setting 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 setting off

But not without my muse

No, 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 place to cry

I'm setting off

But not without my muse

No, not without you