Apollo's Frock

Put me back in the cold, I’m going to Antarctica
It feels like these days our old meeting place
In an L.A. cafe, or on the Serengeti
The hunt has now begun
'Cause I am tired of you taking from me
And I have let you eat from the fruits of my tree
I am not the one to turn into a laurel wreath
For the last time, you have crossed my line, crossed my line
You could never see, never see
Apollo’s frock was always as beautiful
Always as beautiful as the saddest rainstorm
Apollo, your frock was always as beautiful
Always as beautiful as your sister’s that your light shined on
How can you think you’ve won when there can be no winners?
The soul has been lost of the bow and quiver, do you remember?
Well, I remember, amid the clashing of swords
I’m losing you in my rearview
And I have called the Shekhina in
And the ninefold and a few other friends
You and your predators were warned if the cubs were drawn in
For the last time you would officially cross my line
You could never see, never see
Apollo’s frock was always as beautiful
Always as beautiful as the saddest rainstorm
Apollo, your frock was always as beautiful
Always as beautiful as your sister’s…
Apollo, your frock was always as beautiful
Always as beautiful as the saddest rainstorm
Apollo, your frock was always as beautiful
Always as beautiful as your sister’s that your light shined on