Kathy Mattea
Miscellaneous
A Few Good Things Remain (1991)
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 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

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