Sugar Factory

A whiter shade of pale
Blasting from the old speakers of a rental van
As we pass by McCarren Park at night
The warm spring sun setting on
The abanboned sugar factory
And I took your hand in mine
If this ain’t love dont think I’ll ever find it
On a JMZ train across
the old east river to the bowery stop
The day after I fell into your eyes
You asked me what if this is wrong
It ain’t if you feel like this
So I took her hand in mine
If this is love I hope I never lose it
It’s funny how things must come to an end
And it’s funny how I always seem to rush them there
It’s funny how things must come to an end
And it’s funny how I always seem to rush them there