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 when roses should fade. I say Life's too short to wait. What else can I say? I don't know. Mm, but I know, but I know, but I Know. Our river of love stops the flow. Hey. 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.