Sting - 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