Half a week before the winter
The chill bites before it comes
And I'm a child of the pleasure
That he brings before he runs
He sits behind a desk of ma(h)ogany
He whispers dreams into my ear
Though I've given him his empire
He delivers me my fear
The unicorns are riding high
Powerful in coats of white
I turn to look but burn my eyes
I carry on, I carry....
All the weight of empty promise
As I stand swallowed by the light
Flickering above the highway
I hold my head and know the streets are mine tonight
The vampires are growing tired
The coats of white all turn to red
My heart burns with desire
I carry on, I carry on
The unicorns are riding high
Powerful in coats of white
We turn to look and burn our eyes
I carry on...I carry...
The vampires are growing tired
The coats of white all turn to red
My heart burns with desire
I carry on I carry on
