A Few Good Things Remain, Kathy Matea

I heard a siren late last night
You must have felt me shiver
Shaken by a wave of fright
Then you come 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
But you're like change of weather
When dust settles on my dreams
You wash them clean

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

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