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 mahogany

He whispers dreams into my ear
Though I've givin him his empire
He delivers me my fear


The unicorns are riding high
Powerful in coats of white

I turn to look and 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
I carry on
I carry on

We carry on