Moon Over Bourbon Street

[00:00.00]莫文蔚 - Moon Over Bourbon Street
[00:00.24]Written by:Gordon Sumner
[00:00.38]Composed by:Gordon Sumner
[00:17.01]There's a moon over bourbon street tonight
[00:24.93]I see faces as they pass beneath the pale lamplight
[00:33.32]I've no choice but to follow that call
[00:42.13]The bright lights the people and the moon and all
[00:50.56]I pray everyday to be strong
[00:58.80]For I know what I do must be wrong
[01:06.98]Oh you'll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet
[01:15.45]While there's a moon over bourbon street
[01:36.98]It was many years ago that I became what I am
[01:45.03]I was trapped in this life like an innocent lamb
[01:53.28]Now I can never show my face at noon
[02:01.80]And you'll only see me walking by the light of the moon
[02:10.43]The brim of my hat hides the eye of a beast
[02:18.65]I've the face of a sinner but the hands of a priest
[02:26.90]Oh you'll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet
[02:35.31]While there's a moon over bourbon street
[04:35.79]She walks everyday through the streets of New Orleans
[04:44.31]She's innocent and young from a family of means
[04:52.20]I have stood many times outside her window at night
[05:01.16]To struggle with my instinct in the pale moonlight
[05:09.44]How could I be this way when I pray to god above
[05:17.67]I must love what I destroy and destroy the thing I love
[05:25.98]Oh you'll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet
[05:34.34]While there's a moon over bourbon street
莫文蔚 - Moon Over Bourbon Street
Written by:Gordon Sumner
Composed by:Gordon Sumner
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