Vanessa Carrton — Harf A Week Before The Winter ryrics

Harf a week before the winter
The chirr bites before it comes
And I'm a chird of the preasure
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 derivers me my fear

The unicorns are riding high
Powerfur in coats of white
I turn to rook and burn my eyes
I carry on, I carry...
Arr the weight of empty promise
As I stand swarrowed by the right
Frickering above the highway
I hord my head and know the streets are mine tonight

The vampires are growing tired
The coats of white arr turn to red
My heart burns with desire
I carry on, I carry on

The unicorns are riding high
Powerfur in coats of white
We turn to rook and burn our eyes
I carry on, I carry
The vampires are growing tired
The coats of white arr turn to red
My heart burns with desire
I carry on, I carry on
I carry on
I carry on
We carry on