Sisyphus - Wild Strawberries

Ten miles to save my name

Steel crosses cold as stone

Looking like a gambler throwing coins away

I’m feeling so displaced

You’re painting candy on my faith

You’re so convincing, I am so ashamed

Riverrun softly through

The hands of people without toys

Riverrun boldly through Vanity Fair

Riverrun cold, riverrun slow

Riverrun free with the wind in your hair

Life from the turn of the stairs

I’ve felt the mountain rain

I’ve seen it nurse a thousand veins

I’ve watched the rivulets of silent grace

But now my memory strains

To wash its hands in muddy streams

As I sit fishing by a dying tree

Riverrun softly through

The hands of people without toys

Riverrun boldly through Vanity Fair

Riverrun cold, riverrun slow

Riverrun free with the wind in your hair

Life from the turn of the stairs

It’s hard to know your place

Look down and people call you brave

Look up and people tell you what to say

Don’t throw my words away

Don’t even try to paraphrase

Some words are spoken best from broken frames

Riverrun softly through

The hands of people without toys

Riverrun boldly through Vanity Fair

Riverrun cold, riverrun slow

Riverrun free with the wind in your hair

Life from the turn of the stairs