Last Call For Istanbul Info

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

But now, the airport's fluorescent lights Beckon me to leave, to take flight The city's magic, a lingering spell As I depart, I know I'll return, and all will be well Last Call for Istanbul

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