stay a while with running out with time servants trip through the warm wind through their talking my impression grows suede scars part of our own dream world we climbed the wreck cold hammer heart still beating and though we know not now the reason why well i d suspect guilt covered charm in my hand my eyes reflect the surface very well why d i compromise suede scars untie me slow the way you restart again i m all talk again when i m on top of the world the way you restart with me an iris field and i say go there the years of worry aren t my century 