White Palace
Markus Vanhala, Jukka Pelkonen
Although a heart is crying for the world
It understands the wounds well
Keeping it open it bleeds
Keeping it open it heals
Sometimes we are away
Sleeping through the day
Strong is the hand
That builds the white palace
And the dark gardens
Surrounding the white palace
Lay down all worry and trouble that is done
For what is the purpose in a search for something
That is gone
Understand the wounds well
Keeping it open it bleeds
Keeping it open it heals