Annie Lennox - 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,

Turned a whiter shade of pale.