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 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
 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