Tori Amos - Apollo's Frock lyrics
[Tori Amos - Apollo's Frock lyrics]
Put me back in the cold
I'm going to Antarctica
It feels like these days
Our old meeting place
In an LA 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 fruit's 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
I'm going to Antarctica
It feels like these days
Our old meeting place
In an LA 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 fruit's 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