Half A Week Before The Winter

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

And 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 turn to red

My heart burns with desire

I carry on, I carry on

The unicorns are riding high

Powerful in coats of white

I turn to look and burn my 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

We carry on