Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song the lakes, artist - Taylor Swift. Album song folklore: the long pond studio sessions (from the Disney+ special), in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 24.11.2020
Record label: Taylor Swift
Song language: English
the lakes |
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 Wordsworth |
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 cliff-side 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 |