윈터플레이
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
He walks everyday
through the
streets of
New Orleans
He's innocent
and young
from a family
of means
I have stood
many times
outside
the window
at night
To struggle with
my instinct
in the pale
moon light
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