A Whiter Shade Of Pale
We skipped the light fandango
Turned cartwheels across 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 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
But I wandered through my playing cards
And would not let her be

One of sixteen vestal virgins
Who were leaving for the coast
And although my eyes were open
They might just as well be closed

Angels With Dirty Faces
See my soul as desire
Catch the words as they fall from my lips
Feel the passion grow higher
Lick the sweat from my fingertips

Be my love
Beware my love is strange
Be my love
Beware the time can change

See my scars heat the hunter
Catch the thoughts as they race with the wind
Hear my heart beat like thunder
Free yourself let the madness begin

We're angels with dirty faces
Living all alone
Angels with dirty faces
So far from home

Our dirty minds go on and on
Our fear of night is long gone
We're angels with dirty faces
So far from home

Touch my skin
It's on fire
Light your dreams
With the heat of the sun

Let your passions expire
Burn it up till
There's nowhere to run