Apollo's Frock (2023 Remaster)

Put me back in the cold, I'm going to Antarctica It feels like these days our old meeting place In an LA café, 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, 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