Woke up early this mornin’ With Istanblues around my bed… Wind and rain on my shoulders, A rushy soul layin’ low ahead.
Said I woke up this mornin’ babe, Under this gray Istanblues sky Yes I woke up this mornin’, Free from peace, joy and loose high..
Don’t you ever talk to me this mornin’, Never tender a late excuse… Cos’ now it ain’t no use, Playin’ the Stormy Friday Istanblues…
Oh, I saw our faces this mornin’, In selfie shares and endless pages. Playin’, actin great greedy parts On these virtual reckless stages…
Yes I chased down this mornin’, Our long gone pale memories. Singing a silent past story Widda blue notes and fadin’ melodies…
Yes I stared down this mornin’ Gazin’ at Istanbul, the town of rags to riches, Cluttered crowds of flattered faces Rushin’ between two and a half bridges…
Just another timeless shadow play, As we get a night and day older. So many moons ago, babe That our hearts grew colder…
Oh my! It ain’t, no it ain’t no use, Playin’ the Stormy Friday Playin’ the gray Istanblues…
YORUM YOK