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 Majogany

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 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 turned 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 turned to red

My heart burns with desire

I carry on I carry on