| Song | A Whiter Shade Of Pale (Ecstasy mix) |
| Artist | Sarah Brightman |
| Album | A Whiter Shade Of Pale/A Question Of Honour |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : REID, KEITH/BROOKER, GARY | |
| 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 |
| zuo ci : REID, KEITH BROOKER, GARY | |
| 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 |
| zuò cí : REID, KEITH BROOKER, GARY | |
| 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 |