A Few Good Things Remain کے بول

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.