A Whiter Shade of Pale

We skipped the light fandango
Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
I was feeling kind of seasick
But the crowd called out for more
And the room was humming harder
As the ceiling flew away
When we called out for another drink
Brought the waiter 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, you said, "There is no reason, no
And the truth is plain to see"
Mhm, yet I wandered through my playing cards
And I would not, and I would not let it be
I'm one of sixteen vestal virgins
Who were leaving for the coast
And although my eyes were open
They might, they might just as well have been 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
Uoh, turned a whiter
Whiter shade
It turned a whiter shade of pale
Uoh, turned a whiter, whiter
Whiter shade of pale
Whiter
Whiter

Whiter
A whiter shade of pale, yeah
Mhm
Oh, it turned a whiter shade of pale
Turned a whiter shade of pale