Annie Lennox - A Whiter Shade of Pale

 "A Whiter Shade Of Pale"

We skipped the light fandango

Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor

I was feeling kind of sea-sick

And the crowd called out for more

And 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 wandered through my playing cards

And would not let her be

And one of sixteen vestal virgins

Who were leaving for the coast

And although my eyes were open

They might just as well be closed

And so it was later

As the miller told his tale

That her face at first just ghostly

Turned a whiter shade of pale

And so it was later

As the miller told his tale

That her face at first just ghostly

Turned a whiter shade of pale

A whiter shade of pale

Turned a whiter shade of pale

A whiter shade of pale