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
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
2020 TASRM Publishing, administered by Songs Of Universal, Inc. (BMI), Sony/ATV Songs LLC /
Ducky Donath Music (BMI)
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)
Vocals by Jack Antonoff at Rough Customer Studio (Brooklyn, NY)
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:22.521]Is it romantic how all my elegies eulogize me?
[00:32.845]I'm not cut out for all these cynical clones
[00:39.997]These hunters with cell phones
[00:43.025]
[00:43.455]Take me to the lakes, where all the poets went to die
[00:47.638]I don't belong and, my beloved, neither do you
[00:54.106]Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry
[00:58.028]I'm setting off, but not without my muse
[01:02.274]
[01:04.790]What should be over burrowed under my skin
[01:22.275]Tell me what are my words worth
[01:25.541]
[01:26.076]Take me to the lakes, where all the poets went to die
[01:30.161]I don't belong and, my beloved, neither do you
[01:36.701]Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry
[01:40.768]I'm setting off, but not without my muse
[01:44.983]
[01:47.195]I want auroras and sad prose
[01:52.061]I want to watch wisteria grow right over my bare feet
[02:00.278]'Cause I haven't moved in years
[02:05.471]And I want you right here
[02:09.368]A red rose grew up out of ice frozen ground
[02:15.835]With no one around to tweet it
[02:19.477]While I bathe in cliffside pools
[02:23.526]With my calamitous love and insurmountable grief
[02:29.606]
[02:30.190]Take me to the lakes, where all the poets went to die
[02:34.300]I don't belong and, my beloved, neither do you
[02:40.522]Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry
[02:44.456]I'm setting off, but not without my muse
[02:49.371]No, not without you
[02:50.371]2020 TASRM Publishing, administered by Songs Of Universal, Inc. (BMI), Sony/ATV Songs LLC /
[02:50.471]Ducky Donath Music (BMI)
[02:50.571]All Rights Reserved. Used By Permission
[02:50.671]Produced by Jack Antonoff and Taylor Swift
[02:50.771]Recorded by Laura Sisk at the Kitty Committee Studio (Los Angeles, CA) and Jack Antonoff at Rough Customer Studio (Brooklyn, NY)
[02:50.871]Mixed by Serban Ghenea at Mixstar Studios (Virginia Beach, VA) Engineered by John Hanes
[02:50.971]Mastered by Randy Merrill at Sterling Sound (New York, NY)
[02:51.171]Vocals by Jack Antonoff at Rough Customer Studio (Brooklyn, NY)
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
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
2020 TASRM Publishing, administered by Songs Of Universal, Inc. (BMI), Sony/ATV Songs LLC /
Ducky Donath Music (BMI)
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)
Vocals by Jack Antonoff at Rough Customer Studio (Brooklyn, NY)
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:22.521]Is it romantic how all my elegies eulogize me?
[00:32.845]I'm not cut out for all these cynical clones
[00:39.997]These hunters with cell phones
[00:43.025]
[00:43.455]Take me to the lakes, where all the poets went to die
[00:47.638]I don't belong and, my beloved, neither do you
[00:54.106]Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry
[00:58.028]I'm setting off, but not without my muse
[01:02.274]
[01:04.790]What should be over burrowed under my skin
[01:22.275]Tell me what are my words worth
[01:25.541]
[01:26.076]Take me to the lakes, where all the poets went to die
[01:30.161]I don't belong and, my beloved, neither do you
[01:36.701]Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry
[01:40.768]I'm setting off, but not without my muse
[01:44.983]
[01:47.195]I want auroras and sad prose
[01:52.061]I want to watch wisteria grow right over my bare feet
[02:00.278]'Cause I haven't moved in years
[02:05.471]And I want you right here
[02:09.368]A red rose grew up out of ice frozen ground
[02:15.835]With no one around to tweet it
[02:19.477]While I bathe in cliffside pools
[02:23.526]With my calamitous love and insurmountable grief
[02:29.606]
[02:30.190]Take me to the lakes, where all the poets went to die
[02:34.300]I don't belong and, my beloved, neither do you
[02:40.522]Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry
[02:44.456]I'm setting off, but not without my muse
[02:49.371]No, not without you
[02:50.371]2020 TASRM Publishing, administered by Songs Of Universal, Inc. (BMI), Sony/ATV Songs LLC /
[02:50.471]Ducky Donath Music (BMI)
[02:50.571]All Rights Reserved. Used By Permission
[02:50.671]Produced by Jack Antonoff and Taylor Swift
[02:50.771]Recorded by Laura Sisk at the Kitty Committee Studio (Los Angeles, CA) and Jack Antonoff at Rough Customer Studio (Brooklyn, NY)
[02:50.871]Mixed by Serban Ghenea at Mixstar Studios (Virginia Beach, VA) Engineered by John Hanes
[02:50.971]Mastered by Randy Merrill at Sterling Sound (New York, NY)
[02:51.171]Vocals by Jack Antonoff at Rough Customer Studio (Brooklyn, NY)
We were both young when I first saw you.
I close my eyes and the flashback starts:
I'm standing there
On a balcony in summer air.
See the lights, see ...
Cause baby, now we've got bad blood
You know it used to be mad love
So take a look what you've done
Cause baby, now we've got bad blood, hey!
I can't ...
I wish I was strong enough to lift not one but both of us
Some day I will be strong enough to lift not one but both of us
Ever thought about losing i...
You are somebody that I don't know
But you're takin' shots at me like it's Patrón
And I'm just like, damn, it's 7 AM
Say it in the street, that's a kn...
There I was again tonight
Forcing laughter, faking smiles
Same old tired lonely place
Walls of insincerity,
Shifting eyes and vacancy
Vanished when I ...
Hey....
You said the way my blue eyes shined
Put those Georgia stars to shame that night
I said that's a lie
Just a boy in a Chevy truck
That had a ...