Moon Street - TAKESY

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

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 every day 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