Brainstorm (Latvian) "Reality Show" |
He was my north, my south, my east and west My working week and my sunday rest My noon, my midnight, my talk my song I thought it love won't 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, 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 Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |