About my previous post...

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.

Kings of Convenience