Helmut Lotti A Whiter Shade Of Pale
We skipped a life fantango
turned cart-wheels 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 brought a tray
And so it was later
as the miller told his tale
and her face at first just ghostly
turned a whiter shade of pale
He said there is no reason
and the truth is plain to see
but I wandered through my playing cards
would not let her be
I'm one of sixteen vestal virgins
who were leaving for the coast
and although my eyes were open
they might just as well been closed
And so it was later
as the miller told his tale
and her face at first just ghostly
turned a whiter shade of pale
And so it was later
