Whiter Shade of Pale
by Procol Harum

We skipped the life fandango
Turned cartwheels across the floor
I was feeling kinda 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 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


She said there is no reason
And the truth is plain to see
But I wander 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

Lyrics submitted by John.