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.