[Intro] D  F#m  Em7  Bm
        D  F#m  Em7  Bm

[Primeira Parte] 

D        F#m           Em7        Bm          
Is it romantic how all my elegies eulogize me?
D           F#m              Em7
I'm not cut out for all these cynical clones
      Bm
These hunters with cell phones

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

[Segunda Parte] 

D              F#m            Em7
What should be over burrowed under my skin
   Bm                      D
In heart-stopping waves of hurt
D             F#m               Em7
I've come too far to watch some namedropping sleaze
        Bm          
Tell me what are my words worth

[Refrão] 

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

D                  F#m
I want auroras and sad prose
Em7                 Bm              D
I want to watch wisteria grow right over my bare feet
F#m                           Em7
'cause I haven't moved in years
Bm
And I want you right here
D          F#m            Em7
A red rose grew up out of ice frozen ground
Bm                            
With no one around to tweet it
D                F#m
While I bathe in cliffside pools
          Em7                    Bm
With my calamitous love and insurmountable grief

 [Refrão] 

F#m                                  G
Take me to the lakes, where all the poets went to die
           Bm                              F#m
I don't belong and, my beloved, neither do you
F#m                                 G
Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry
            A
I'm setting off, but not without my muse
                  D
No, not without you

[Final] D  F#m  Em7  Bm
        D  F#m  Em7  Bm