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