Fugitive

Lonely days and sunny nights
Every morning purple grey
I watch cartoons on my television
And think about you.
Wherever you go there’s a rainbow
Wherever I go there’s a cloud.
My memories ask the rain where to go from here.
What is left from our lovers?
just a very distant stare
And a bitter need to grow
Wherever there’s gold there’s a fugitive
And the fever scares its running feet
Just like the rest of us.
Wherever you go there’s a rainbow
Wherever I go there’s a cloud.
My memories ask the rain where to go from here.