Istanbul Glide

Cold steps in the shadow of the minaret

No regrets, heavy weight that we carry yet

Watch the dust rise,

settling on concrete streets While the string plays,

matching with the hard-beat sweeps

It's the cold wind blowing from the East tonight (yeah) Spinning in

the rhythm till we see the light (hah) Hypnotic string pulling under

heavy weight

We don't negotiate with a twisted fate

Tracing patterns on the cold stone wall

Hear the echo of the ancient call

They talk cheap but the silence pays in gold

Another story that is left untold

(ooh) It's the cold wind blowing from the East tonight (yeah) Spinning

in the rhythm till we see the light (hah) Hypnotic string pulling

under heavy weight

We don't negotiate with a twisted fate (ahhhh)