Signs and Wonders: Istanbul
If Istanbul were a woman
She’d be a little ragged and world weary
But she’d be full of stories
Each one contradicting your assumptions
When you jumped up and shouted
‘But you’re where East meets West!”
She’d roll her eyes
Slowly turn
And look out the window
Making absolutely certain you understood
She was bored with you already.
If Istanbul were a woman
She’d be a little ragged and world weary
But she’d be full of stories
Each one contradicting your assumptions
When you jumped up and shouted
‘But you’re where East meets West!”
She’d roll her eyes
Slowly turn
And look out the window
Making absolutely certain you understood
She was bored with you already.