you can call me through the rain
but if love is one-sided it slowly turns into painyou can call me through the snow
it sounds too sweet, my dear, it sounds for me like a showhey, the wind still blows
hey, too much reality showsbut 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 dyinghey, the wind still blows
hey, too much reality showsthey say red rose is a faith
i say - life's too short to waitwhat 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 flowand 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 dyinghey, the wind still blows
hey, too much reality shows
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