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 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.

kings of convenience”