Half a week before the winter
Half a week before the winterThe chill bites before it comesAnd I'm a child of the pleasureDaddy brings before he runs
He sits behind a desk of mahoganyHe whispers dreams into my earAnd though I've given him his empireHe delivers me my fear
The unicorns are riding highPowerful in coats of whiteI turn to look and burn my eyesI carry on, I carry all the weight of empty promiseAs I stand, swallowed by the lightFlickering above the highwayI hold my head and know the streets are mine tonight
The vampires are growing tiredThe coats of white all turn to redMy heart burns with desireI carry on, I carry on
The unicorns are riding highPowerful in coats of whiteWe turn to look and burn our eyesI carry on, I carry
The vampires are growing tiredThe coats of white all turn to redMy heart burns with desireI carry on, I carry onI carry on, I carry onWe carry onI carry on, we carry on