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 Daddy 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 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