A Whiter Shade Of Pale -Annie Lennox

We skipped
the light
fandango
Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
I was feeling kind
of
seasick
But the crowd called out for more
The room was humming
harder
As the ceiling flew away
When we called out for another
drink
The waiter brought a tray
And so it was that later
As the
miller
told his tale
That her face at first just ghostly
Turned a
whiter shade of
pale
She said there is no reason
And the truth is
plain to see
But I
wandered through my playing cards
And would not
let her be
One of
sixteen vestal virgins
Who were leaving for the
coast
And although my eyes
were open
They might just just have well
been closed
And so it was that
later
As the miller told his
tale
That her face at first just
ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of
pale
And so it was that later
As the
miller told his tale
That her
face at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter
shade of pale
Turned a
whiter shade of pale
Turned a whiter shade of
pale...