Kathy Mattea 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
