Whiter Shade of Pale (Live)

We skipped the light fandango, turned cartwheels 'cross the floor

I was feeling kinda 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, a little 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

That I've wondered through my playing cards, 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, a little later, as the miller told his tale

That her face at first just ghostly turned a whiter shade of pale.

And so it was, a little later, as the miller told his tale ...