Last Call For Istanbul Info

In the Grand Bazaar's labyrinthine heart I've lost myself, and found a brand new start The scent of cardamom and rosewater fills The alleys of memories, where love and longing build

The minarets of Süleymaniye, once proud and tall Now silhouetted against a fading wall The Golden Horn's waters, a sheet of molten gold As the sun dips low, the city's secrets unfold Last Call for Istanbul

As I stand at the edge of the Bosphorus' night The city's siren song begins to lose its light The last call echoes, a final goodbye A whispered promise to return, before I say goodbye In the Grand Bazaar's labyrinthine heart I've lost