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  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