Sisyphus Lyrics - Wild Strawberries

I've seen your fame chase the wind 

Like a tongue on fire 

Self-portrait of a weather vane 

In windy November turning 

My love moves me without moving 

Thoughts escape and words elude me 

As Sisyphus and Tantalus call my name 

Waiting for the day 

The day when my love becomes my love 

Waiting for the day 

The day when my love becomes my love 

Grains of sand down the throat 

Of a chapel choir 

Stains on Claude Monet 

La gare St. Lazarre 

My love moves me without moving 

Thoughts escape and words elude me 

As Sisyphus and Tantalus call my name 

Roll the stone just a little higher 

Give the bird just a little more grain 

For the hill by the spire 

My love moves me without moving 

Thoughts escape and words elude me 

As Sisyphus and Tantalus call my name