Reality Show — Brainstorm

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