A Few Good Things Remain

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