A música explora o desejo de Taylor Swift de escapar do escrutínio público e encontrar paz na natureza, inspirando-se na poesia romântica e nas paisagens dos Lagos Ingleses.
Tom: C
Introdução:
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Dm
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C
Em
Dm
Am
Is it romantic how all my elegies eulogize me?
C
Em
Dm
I'm not cut out for all these cynical clones
Am
These hunters with cell phones
Em
F
Take me to the lakes, where all the poets went to die
Am
G/B
I don't belong and, my beloved, neither do you
Em
F
Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry
G
I'm setting off, but not without my muse
C
Em
Dm
What should be over burrowed under my skin
Am
In heart-stopping waves of hurt
C
Em
Dm
I've come too far to watch some namedropping sleaze
Am
Tell me what are my words worth
Em
F
Take me to the lakes, where all the poets went to die
Am
G/B
I don't belong and, my beloved, neither do you
Em
F
Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry
G
I'm setting off, but not without my muse
C
Em
I want auroras and sad prose
Dm
Am
C
I want to watch wisteria grow right over my bare feet
Em
Dm
Because I haven't moved in years
Am
And I want you right here
C
Em
Dm
A red rose grew up out of ice frozen ground
Am
With no one around to tweet it
C
Em
While I bathe in cliffside pools
Dm
Am
With my calamitous love and insurmountable grief
Em
F
Take me to the lakes, where all the poets went to die
Am
G/B
I don't belong and, my beloved, neither do you
Em
F
Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry