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.
I don't know what I can save you from.
I don't know what I can save you from.
I don't know what I can save you from.
