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.