You called me after midnight It 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 a half of what had gone wrong Said: I don't know what I can save you from 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
