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 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