Sting - Moon over Bourbon Street
Tekst en muziek: Sting
(1985)






There’s a moon over Bourbon Street tonight
I see faces as they pass beneath the pale lamplight
I’ve no choice but to follow that call
The bright lights, the people and the moon and all
I pray everyday to be strong
For I know, what I do must be wrong
Oh, you’ll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet
While there’s a moon over Bourbon Street



It was many years ago that I became what I am
I was trapped in this life like an innocent lamb
Now I can never show my face at noon
And you’ll only see me walking by the light of the moon
The brim of my hat hides the eye of a beast
I’ve the face of a sinner, but the hands of a priest
Oh, you’ll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet
While there’s a moon over Bourbon Street



She walks everyday through the streets of New Orleans
She’s innocent and young, from a family of means
I have stood many times outside her window at night
To struggle with my instinct in the pale moonlight
How could I be this way, when I pray to God above
I must love what I destroy and destroy the thing I love
Oh, you’ll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet
While there’s a moon over Bourbon Street









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