Brainstorm

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