Reality Show (Feat. Linda Leen)

(Feat. Linda Leen)
(Brainstorm / W.H.Auden, 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