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
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 Explain Request ×
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