If you were the last to know
Everybody you speak to knows
Everybody you speak to knows
Too obvious, show don't tell
When over the wall exploring
Like scent precedes the flower
Like light precedes a break in rain
Long before you even saw.
And all that seep through the whorehouse
Full of song, some would settle opposite
As Istanbul.
But other myths.
In Istanbul
My love first saw snowfall
Pulled confusion close in
daylight
After arguing, I could have cried
My way through the labyrinth till death.
After arguing, I could have cried
My way through the labyrinth till death.
Are you really the last to know?
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