Vanessa Carlton - Winter

Half a week before the winter Until the bits before it comes Im a child of the plasure Daddy brings before he runs He sits behind the desk of my hagony He wispers dreams into my ear Now I giving him his empire He delivers my my fear.The unicorns are riding high Powerful and coats of white I turned to look and burn my eyes I carry on I carry...All the way of empty promise I still swollow by the light Flickering about the high way I hold my hand and know the streets are mine tonight The vampires are growing tired The coats of white are turn to red My hurt burns with desire I carry on I carry on.The unicorns are riding high Powerful and coats of white We turned to look and burn are eyes I carry on I carry...The vampires are growing tired The coats of white are turn to red.My hurt burns with desire I carry on I carry on.I carry on... I carry on...We carry on...