[00:00.000] 作词 : Sting
[00:00.255] 作曲 : Sting
[00:00.511]There's a moon over Bourbon Street tonight
[00:08.63]I see faces as they pass beneath
[00:11.763]the pale lamplight
[00:15.814]I've no choice but to follow that call
[00:23.766]The bright lights the people
[00:27.416]and the moon and all
[00:31.416]I pray everyday to be strong
[00:38.667]For I know what I do must be wrong
[00:46.267]Oh you'll never see my shade
[00:49.717]or hear the sound of my feet
[00:53.818]While there's a moon over Bourbon Street
[01:13.355]It was many years ago
[01:17.55]that I became what I am
[01:20.656]I was trapped in this life
[01:24.558]like an innocent lamb
[01:28.208]Now I can never show my face at noon
[01:36.259]And you'll only see me walking
[01:40.25]by the light of the moon
[01:43.916]The brim of my hat hides
[01:47.515]the eye of a beast
[01:51.66]I've the face of a sinner
[01:55.67]but the hands of a priest
[01:58.666]Oh you'll never see my shade
[02:01.917]or hear the sound of my feet
[02:06.218]While there's a moon over Bourbon Street
[02:48.747]She walks everyday through
[02:52.598]the streets of New Orleans
[02:56.249]She's innocent and young
[02:59.849]from a family of means
[03:03.449]I have stood many times outside her
[03:07.849]window at night
[03:11.531]To struggle with my instinct
[03:15.280]in the pale moon light
[03:19.531]How could I be this way
[03:22.982]when I pray to God above
[03:26.682]I must love what I destroy
[03:30.382]and destroy the thing I love
[03:33.981]Oh you'll never see my shade
[03:37.582]or hear the sound of my feet
[03:41.434]While there's a moon over Bourbon Street

作词 : Sting
作曲 : Sting
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 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