the lakes

作词 : Taylor Swift/Jack Antonoff

作曲 : Taylor Swift/Jack Antonoff

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 namedropping 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

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All Rights Reserved. Used By Permission

Produced by Jack Antonoff and Taylor Swift

Recorded by Laura Sisk at the Kitty Committee Studio (Los Angeles, CA) and Jack Antonoff at Rough Customer Studio (Brooklyn, NY)

Mixed by Serban Ghenea at Mixstar Studios (Virginia Beach, VA) Engineered by John Hanes

Mastered by Randy Merrill at Sterling Sound (New York, NY)

Live Drums, Percussion, Programming, Electric and Acoustic Guitars, Keyboards, B3, Background

Vocals by Jack Antonoff at Rough Customer Studio (Brooklyn, NY)