Brainstorm - Reality Show

He was my North, my South, my East my West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last forever. I was wrong. 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 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