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 calm with a whisper.

And fear gave way to better things,

Like a warm summer 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.