A Few Good Things Remain

I heard a siren late last night You must have felt me shiver Shaken by a wave of fright That you calmed with a whisper And fear gave way to better things And sweeter dreams Like a warm spring rain On a roof above The way you call my name When we make love While the world outside my window goes insane You're here to remind me a few good things remain When living leaves my pride bruised up I'm fragile as a feather The storms of life just won't let up You're like a change of weather When dust settles on my dreams You wash them clean Like a warm spring rain On a roof above The way you call my name When we make love While the world outside my window goes insane You're here to remind me a few good things remain While the world outside my window goes insane You're here to remind me A few good things remain You're here to remind me A few good things remain