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, 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