Few Good Things Remain
Jon Vezner / Pat Alger
I heard a siren late last night you must have felt me shiver
Shaken by a wave of fright you calmed me with a whisper
And fear gave way to better things and sweeter dreams
Like a warm spring rain on the 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 livin' 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...
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While the world outside my window...