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 know, it's all about those little things 'Coz every little thing counts And as the cold sweat burns tiny holes in our thin ravaged skin We're destined to meet on frequences where others would never dare to go And why would we even bother to care Let them be blinded by ignorance of their dime-infected hearts Let them miss out on the beauty of not belonging Let them remain ignorant and pretend they have it all While they don't have all the little things And little things are worth living for
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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 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 know, it's all about those little things
'Coz every little thing counts
And as the cold sweat burns tiny holes in our thin ravaged skin
We're destined to meet on frequences where others would never dare to go
And why would we even bother to care
Let them be blinded by ignorance of their dime-infected hearts
Let them miss out on the beauty of not belonging
Let them remain ignorant and pretend they have it all
While they don't have all the little things
And little things are worth living for
Haris
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