Whiter Shade Of Pale (Live)

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

The waiter pulled a trick

And so it was that later

As the miller told his tale

That her face had first just gone to sleep

Then turned a whiter shade of pale

She said there is no reason

But the truth is plain to see

But I wondered if my playing cards

Would not let her be

One of sixteen vestal virgins

Who were leaving for the car

And although my eyes were open

They might just as well've been closed

And so it was that later

As the miller told his tale

That her face had first just gone to sleep

Then turned a whiter shade of pale

And so it was that later

As the miller told his tale

That her face had first just gone to sleep

Then turned a whiter shade of pale