BrainStorm - 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

• Artist:BrainStorm
• Album:nās, kad lidlauks pārāk tāls (2003)