Apollo's Frock Songtext
von Tori Amos

Put me back in the cold
I′m going to Antarctica
It feels like these days
Our old meeting place
In an L.A. 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
Oh-oh


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′s 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