Moon Over Bourbon Street [Live in Berlin]

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