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 [bad word] 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.