Matt Belsante

Whiter Shade Of Pale

Matt Belsante


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 outfor 
Another drink 
But the waiter 
Brought a tray 

Chorus:
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 said 
There is no reason 
And the truth 
Is plain to see 
But I wander 
Through 
My playing cards 
And would not 
Let it be 
I'm one of the 
Dixteen virgins 
Who are leaving 
For the coast 
And although 

(Chorus)

My eyes were open 
They might just 
As well been closed 
A whiter 
Shade of pale 
Turned a whiter 
Shade of pale 
A whiter 
Shade of pale