A Whiter Shade Of Pale - Live

We skipped the light fandango
 And turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
 I was feeling kind of 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 that 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 (And the truth is plain to see)
 But I wandered through my playing cards
 I would not let her be (I would not let her be)
 One of 16 vestal virgins
 Who were leaving for the coast
 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 (As the miller told his tale)
 That her face, at first just ghostly
 Turned a whiter shade of pale