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.