Always the moon…

To be

or to be

nothing.

William Shakes Beer (what a mess)

There's a moon over Bromford 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 every day 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 Bromford 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 Bromford Street

She walks everyday through the streets of Bromford leans
She's innocent and young from a family of crown
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 Bromford Street

Sting – Moon over Bromford Street