Testo Stone and Silk

Golden threads of silk flow through my fingers
Istanbul lay smouldering in the night
Black waters murmured
I felt so still

Turquoise evening merged through ice blue morning
Centuries of stone stared into silence
I felt the wind I heard girls sing

They sang that no man lives for ever
Their voices echoed round the walls

Golden threads still blow across my forehead
Turkish darkness burns before my eyes
And heavy sleep
I'd never known

They sang that no man lives for ever
Their voices echoed round the walls

I will hold your hand across cold tombstones
Mosques may hold a vision outside timeWe'll stroll through years
Through the shadows of frigid stone