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...