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 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 I carry on, I carry on We carry on