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 I don't know what I can save you from