Rockwell Church - Apollo lyrics

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 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