You called me after midnight,
must have been three years since we last spoke. 
I slowly tried to bring back, 
the image of your face from the memories so old. 
I tried so hard to follow, 
but didn't catch the half of what had gone wrong, 
said "I don't know what I can save you from." 

I asked you to come over, and within half an hour, 
you were at my door. 
I had never really known you, 
but I realized that the one you were before, 
had changed into somebody for whom 
I wouldn't mind to put the kettle on. 
Still I don't know what I can save you from.