Lyrics
Oh you ll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet, i ve the face of a sinner but the hands of a priest, there s a moon over bourbon street tonight
While there s a moon over bourbon street, the brim of my hat hides the eye of a beast
There s a moon over bourbon street tonight, i must love what i destroy and destroy the thing i love
The brim of my hat hides the eye of a beast, there s a moon over bourbon street tonight
Oh you ll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet, for i know what i do must be wrong
and the moon and all
oh you ll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet
the brim of my hat hides the eye of a beast
To struggle with my instinct in the pale moonlight, while there s a moon over bourbon street
While there s a moon over bourbon street, i must love what i destroy and destroy the thing i love Bourbon, to struggle with my instinct in the pale moonlight
Oh you ll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet, oh you ll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet
to struggle with my instinct in the pale moonlight
And you ll only see me walking by the light of the moon, and you ll only see me walking by the light of the moon
And the moon and all, while there s a moon over bourbon street
And the moon and all, i ve the face of a sinner but the hands of a priest Moon, there s a moon over bourbon street tonight
It was many years ago that i became what i am, i see faces as they pass beneath the pale lamplight Sting, oh you ll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet
She s innocent and young from a family of means, while there s a moon over bourbon street Bourbon, oh you ll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet
She walks everyday through the streets of new orleans, there s a moon over bourbon street tonight
She s innocent and young from a family of means, i have stood many times outside her window at night
I must love what i destroy and destroy the thing i love, while there s a moon over bourbon street, how could i be this way when i pray to god above
She s innocent and young from a family of means, oh you ll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet
I must love what i destroy and destroy the thing i love, for i know what i do must be wrong Sting, for i know what i do must be wrong
To struggle with my instinct in the pale moonlight, 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 see faces as they pass beneath the pale lamplight
While there s a moon over bourbon street, now i can never show my face at noon
And you ll only see me walking by the light of the moon, it was many years ago that i became what i am, the brim of my hat hides the eye of a beast
the bright lights
to struggle with my instinct in the pale moonlight
while there s a moon over bourbon street
i pray everyday to be strong
I pray everyday to be strong, oh you ll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet
Oh you ll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet, the bright lights, how could i be this way when i pray to god above
Oh you ll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet, to struggle with my instinct in the pale moonlight, while there s a moon over bourbon street
