A whiter shade of pale - Sarah Brightman

 

 

 A whiter shade of pale  
 

  We skipped the light fandango
  And turned cartwheels across 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 as well have 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.