Song | A Few Good Things Remain |
Artist | Kathy Mattea |
Album | Time Passes By |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Alger, Vezner | |
I heard a siren late last night | |
You must have felt me shiver | |
Shaken by a wave of fright | |
That you calmed 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 |
zuo ci : Alger, Vezner | |
I heard a siren late last night | |
You must have felt me shiver | |
Shaken by a wave of fright | |
That you calmed 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 |
zuò cí : Alger, Vezner | |
I heard a siren late last night | |
You must have felt me shiver | |
Shaken by a wave of fright | |
That you calmed 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 |