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  
while 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;

*

While 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 ******,
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 ...