A Whiter Shade Of Pale

A Whiter Shade Of Pale      (Procol Harem)

We skipped the light fandango  Turned cartwheels cross the floor
I was feeling kind of seasick  The crowd called out for more
The room was humming harder   As the ceiling flew away
When we called out for another drink   But the waiter brought a tray

And so it was later   As the miller told his tale
That her face at first just ghostly  Turned a whiter shade of pale
You said there is no reason   And the truth is plain to see
But I wander through my playing cards   And would not let it be
I'm one of the sixteen virgins   Who are leaving for the coast
And although my eyes were open   They might just as well been closed
(Repeat)
A whiter shade of pale    Turned a whiter shade of pale
A whiter shade of pale