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 ...