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.