[00:00.00] 作词 : Sting
[00:00.14] 作曲 : Sting
[00:00.29]theres a moon over bourbon street tonight
[00:06.83]i see faces as they pass beneath the pale lamplight
[00:15.76]ive no choice but to follow that call
[00:21.02]the bright lights, the people, and the moon and all
[00:30.62]i pray everyday to be strong
[00:37.70]for i know what i do must be wrong
[00:45.99]oh youll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet
[00:53.39]while theres a moon over bourbon street
[01:13.30]it was many years ago that i became what i am
[01:20.38]i was trapped in this life like an innocent lamb
[01:27.79]now i can never show my face at noon
[01:34.37]and youll only see me walking by the light of the moon
[01:43.60]the brim of my hat hides the eye of a beast
[01:50.62]ive the face of a sinner but the hands of a priest
[01:57.28]oh youll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet
[02:05.50]while theres a moon over bourbon street
[02:14.06]she walks everyday through the streets of new orleans
[02:55.23]shes innocent and young from a family of means
[03:02.64]i have stood many times outside her window at night
[03:09.42]to struggle with my instinct in the pale moonlight
[03:18.78]how could i be this way when i pray to god above
[03:25.53]i must love what i destroy and destroy the thing i love
[03:33.00]oh youll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet
[03:40.65]while theres a moon over bourbon street

作词 : Sting
作曲 : Sting
theres a moon over bourbon street tonight
i see faces as they pass beneath the pale lamplight
ive 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 youll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet
while theres 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 youll only see me walking by the light of the moon
the brim of my hat hides the eye of a beast
ive the face of a sinner but the hands of a priest
oh youll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet
while theres a moon over bourbon street
she walks everyday through the streets of new orleans
shes 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 youll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet
while theres a moon over bourbon street