Reality Show

you can call me through the rain
but if love is one-sided it slowly turns into pain
you can call me through the snow
it sounds too sweet, my dear,
it sounds for me like a show
hey, the wind still blows
hey, too much reality shows
but when we’re safe in glory,
there’s no time for cries and sorries
i will be there, no lying,
though my singing bird is dying
hey, the wind still blows
hey, too much reality shows
they say red rose is a faith
i say — life’s too short to wait
what else can i say, i don’t know, i don’t know.
but i know, but i know, but i know —
our river of love stops to flow
and when we’re safe in glory,
there’s no time for cries and sorries
I will be there, no lying,
though my singing bird is dying
hey, the wind still blows
hey, too much reality shows