Moon Over Bourbon Street [2011 Remix] Songtext
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Moon Over Bourbon Street [2011 Remix] Songtext
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
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
Writer(s): Gordon Matthew Sumner Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com