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