Apollo

Gather round these scattered stones

And spell your name out loud

I am ill at ease and incomplete

I'm buckled to this crowd

Won't you spell for me, spell for me

Words are hard to find

You're the god of all the good stuff

But you're always so unkind

Fly apollo

There's a marathon of seasons in the

Sky apollo

Forget about your treasons wonder

Why apollo

With a hundred thousand reasons

Won't you fly

For me

Lay out on these stepping stones

Don't tell us who'll be lost

All your prophecies are empty

'Cause we all need help across

Take my hand, take my hand

Hold on tight

You're the god of the good looking

But you never do what's right

Fly apollo

There's a marathon of seasons in the

Sky apollo

Forget about your treasons wonder

Why apollo

With a hundred thousand reasons

Won't you fly

For me

Gather up these sticks and stones

And tell me what's my name

I've no need for all your poetry

'Cause I'll write my own someday

You say we'll find our temple in the mist

I hope god has got some answers

'Cause I can't take much more of this

Fly apollo

Tere's a marathon of seasons in the

Sy apollo

Forget about your treasons wonder

Why apollo

With a hundred thousand reasons

Won't you fly

For me