Put me back in the cold I'm going to Antarctica It feels like these days Our old meeting place In an LA cafe Off 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 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 rear view
And I have called the Shekhina in And the nine fold 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
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
End.
Put me back in the cold I'm going to Antarctica It feels like these days Our old meeting place In an LA cafe Off 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 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 rear view
And I have called the Shekhina in And the nine fold 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
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
