In detail you were even more beautiful than from afar I could love you like the blinded would do Feeling their way through the dark In the darkened house of love it feels like I was sleeping But the bath ran cold This is a palace and love is a sport Maybe this heaven is a game of old words A man who made old habits Winter was long, now is going to a feast We may be saddened to know but at the call of higher needs Ooh, hey palace, ooh. The past old faces of those who vaguely resemble love But well close enough You remind me of the person I wanted to be Before I ever knew Ooh, hey palace, ooh. Ooh, hey palace, ooh. Winter was long, I have come to fear We may be saddened to know but at the call of higher needs