Pat Alger
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.
From Letras Mania