you remember that first night we met? That was a moment I never will forget Love was at first sight, and you came walking through the pale- pale moonlight P-p-pale, p-p-pale, Pale
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
Who will search for holy grail? Past the edge beyond the veil Who will come beyond the light? Far from reach beyond all sight Who will share this bitter
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
know there a lot of nothing around here Hey, hey you I'm surrounded by pale people Hey, hey you I think I'm fading tooa?¦ Hey, hey you I'm surrounded by pale
the ashes that they crawl All dreams are shattered The flames will never be the same In the ashes that they crawl So does desire Before the pale autumn
Put me on the train, send me back to my home Couldn't live without you when I tried to roam Put me by the windows, let me see outside Look at the places
happiness crashing her loveliness one wedded fall cutting through gray where you're holding the pages amazed cutting the picture to ribbons in winter parades pale
Pale September, I wore the time like a dress that year The autumn days swung soft around me, like cotton on my skin But as the embers of the summer lost
Strange how mysteriousness bound us and drags us through these dark times Strange how the twilight encourages us and fills us with awesome pride. Strange
left empty, emptiness left, left behind thoughts, real vile visions, surreal visions, forever sealed pale vile thoughts unreal? pale vile thoughts unreal? pale
fire Running hard and dirt heavy Neath the skin of a bear All my harm I shall wear I was happy I knew it I clapped my hands Beyond the pale and beautiful
sad Sometimes I feel almost heavenly but Lately I just feel bad Yeah, baby, I just feel mad Linger on, your pale blue eyes Linger on, your pale blue
Pale purple nipples, goose pimpled She shivers shifts from a walk to a trot Alone in the city infested with faces Immune to new friendships Interested
Have you ever seen a sight as beautiful As that of the rain soaked purple Of the white birch in the spring? Have you ever felt more fresh or wonderful
My first recollection, a day in December Black iron steam engine covered in ice Like some Cambrian monster Moaning and snorting Nothing was ever going
If I pour your cup, that is friendship If I add you milk, that is manners If I stop there, claiming ignorance of taste That is tea If I pour your cup
Reach a hand to the crescent moon Grab hold of the hollow If she sits in the palm of the left That moon will be fuller tomorrow If she sits in the palm