| Song | Moon Over Bourbon Street - Live In Paris |
| Artist | Sting |
| Album | Bring On The Night |
| [00:00.29] | There＇s a moon over bourbon street tonight |
| [00:06.83] | I see faces as they pass beneath the pale lamplight |
| [00:15.76] | I＇ve 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 you＇ll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet |
| [00:53.39] | While there＇s 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 you＇ll 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] | I＇ve the face of a sinner but the hands of a priest |
| [01:57.28] | Oh you＇ll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet |
| [02:05.50] | While there＇s a moon over bourbon street |
| [02:14.06] | She walks everyday through the streets of New Orleans |
| [02:55.23] | She＇s 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 you＇ll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet |
| [03:40.65] | While there＇s a moon over bourbon street |
| [00:00.29] | There s a moon over bourbon street tonight |
| [00:06.83] | I see faces as they pass beneath the pale lamplight |
| [00:15.76] | I ve 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 you ll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet |
| [00:53.39] | While there s 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 you ll 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] | I ve the face of a sinner but the hands of a priest |
| [01:57.28] | Oh you ll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet |
| [02:05.50] | While there s a moon over bourbon street |
| [02:14.06] | She walks everyday through the streets of New Orleans |
| [02:55.23] | She s 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 you ll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet |
| [03:40.65] | While there s a moon over bourbon street |