Steve Hackett Last Train To Istanbul
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
