Apollo’s Frock Tori Amos

[Intro]

[Verse 1]
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

[Pre-Chorus]
'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

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
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