Sisyphus Lyrics

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 á 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