Reality Show

Album cover art for "Reality Show" by Prāta Vētra & Linda Leen

Prāta Vētra & Linda Leen - Pop, Latvia

Reality Show

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Lyrics

He was my north, my south, my east, my west My working and my Sunday rest My moon, my midnight I thought that love would 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

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Credits

Writers
  • Gundars Mauševics
  • Jānis Jubalts
  • Kaspars Roga
  • Māris Mihelsons
  • Renārs Kaupers
  • W.H. Auden