A Whiter Shade Of Pale

I skipped the light fandango, as I walked across the night turning cartwheels upon a sky lit floor. I was feeling kind of sea sick, as the stars cried out with roar the ceiling flew away and so I soared, a little more (pause) And so it was, as I raved against the embers, and the dying of the light, I turned a whiter, shade of pale; ****** As I wandered through His garden I could not help but let it be and as the killer told his tale, I watched the water, turn to light; Just his 16th vessel virgin, I was filled with cold and dread but the truth was plain to see as I wandered through God's garden, I'd had been mistaken, sadly left for dead. Although my eyes were open they might as well be closed as I skipped the light fandango He turned the water, into shades of pale* He turned the water, into Light and so it was ...