Istanbul I’ll bring you chocolate, I’ll bring you peaches. We’ll drink tequila on exotic beaches. I’ll take you to see the Great Pyramids of Egypt and we’ll lie, lie, lie without a care in the world. Open the window, let oxygen in, and I will sing you folksongs on this broken mandolin. I will dress up in the suit of a painted harlequin and we’ll lie, lie, lie without a care in the world in Istanbul, in Istanbul. We’ll lie, lie, lie in Istanbul, in Istanbul. I’ve got Circe’s eyes on me, she’s luring me in with her wine and honey. I’ll watch the sun colour in your scars and burn away the evidence of nights among the stars. I’ll make a holy pilgrimage to Saturday bazaars and I’ll lie, lie, lie without a care in the world. And I’ll give you questions when you want answers, and I’ll pretend I’m different to the wastrels and the chancers, but we will last a lifetime through the lights and dances and we’ll lie, lie, lie without a care in the world in Istanbul, in Istanbul. We’ll lie, lie, lie in Istanbul, in Istanbul. I’ve got Circe’s eyes on me, she’s luring me in with her wine and honey. We’ll lie, lie, lie in Istanbul. The wood’s in the fire, it’s dry as a bone, and I’ll fry your steak rare on a sizzling stone. We’ll listen to the blaze, and we’ll listen alone, and we’ll lie, lie, lie without a care in the world in Istanbul, in Istanbul. We’ll lie, lie, lie in Istanbul. I’ve got Circe’s eyes on me, she’s luring me in with her wine and honey. We’ll lie, lie, lie in Istanbul.