the lakes (the long pond studio sessions) Songtext
von Taylor Swift

Is it romantic how all 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 name-dropping 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

No, not without you