Last Train to Istanbul - Djabe, Steve Hackett

Your two eyes like minarets

Rise in twin pools of white

The incandescent fires of spring

Radiant against the vault of night

On the last train to Istanbul

Journey to the heart, dancers on thin ice

Lantern moon, a magic carpet ride

Soulscapes, island nights

In your eyes an afterlife

On the last train to Istanbul

Curling smoke becomes the djinn

Lovers wish for everything

Temple pillars builts on clouds

In your sleep awaking now

On the last train to Istanbul