Half a week before the winter

The chill bites before it comes

And I'm a child of the pleasure

Daddy brings before he runs


He sits behind a desk of mahogany

He whispers dreams into my ear

And 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