Istanbul | Last Call For

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

The last call fades, the moment's lost But in my heart, Istanbul's love will forever be the cost Of a journey through time, and a love so true In Istanbul, my heart remains, waiting for you. Last Call for Istanbul

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