Reality show
you can call me through the rainbut if love is one-sided it slowly turns into pain
you can call me through the snowit sounds too sweet, my dear, it sounds for me like a show
hey, the wind still blowshey, too much reality shows
but when we’re safe in glory, there’s no time for cries and sorriesi will be there, no lying, though my singing bird is dying
hey, the wind still blowshey, too much reality shows
they say red rose is a faithi 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 sorriesI will be there, no lying, though my singing bird is dying
hey, the wind still blowshey, too much reality shows