D _ _ _ _
F#m _ _ _ _ .
Em _ _ _ _
Bm _ _ _ _ .
D _ _ _ _
F#m _ _ _ _ .
Em _ _ _ _
Bm _ _ _ _ .
_
D _ Is
F#m it romantic how
Em all my _
Bm elegies _ eulogize me?.
D _ I'm
F#m not cut out for all
Em these cynical clones.
Bm These hunters with cell
F#m phones.
Take me to the lakes
G where all the poets went to die.
Bm I don't belong, another lover,
F#m neither do you _ _ .
_ Those wind-up near peaks
G look like a perfect place to cry.
D I'm setting
A off, not without my mule _ _ .
D _ What should
F#m be over _ .
Em burrowed under my skin?.
Bm In heart-stopping
D waves of hurt.
I've come
F#m too far to
D watch
Em some name-dropping sleaze.
Bm Tell me what are my words
F#m worth?.
Take me to the lakes
G where all the poets went to die.
Bm I don't belong, another lover,
F#m neither do you.
Those _ wind-up near peaks
G look like a perfect place to cry.
A I'm setting off, not without my mule.
I
D _ want
F#m auroras and _ cypros.
Em I want to
Bm watch wisteria grow
D right over my bare
F#m feet.
Cause I haven't moved
Em in years.
Bm And I want you
D right here.
A red rose
F#m grew up out
Em of ice-frozen ground.
Bm With no one around to
D tweet it.
I
F#m bathe in cliffside pools.
With
Em my calamitous love
Bm and insurmountable
F#m.
grief.
Take me to the lakes where
G all the poets went to die.
I
Bm don't belong, another lover, neither
F#m do you _ _ .
Those wind-up near peaks look
G like a perfect place to cry.
I'm
A setting off, not without my mule.
No, not
D without you.
_ _
F#m _ _ _ _
Em _ _ _ _
Bm _ _ _ _ .
D _ _ _ _
F#m _ _ _ _ .
Em _ _ _ _
Bm _ _ _
D _ .
_ _ _ _
F#m _ _ _ _ .
A _ _
G _ _ _
Bm _ _
D _ .
_ _ _ _
A _ _ _ _ .