Half a Week Before 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

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