When he first cried his mother died
I had tried to be his guide
When he was born I was too young
The father searches for the son
In Istanbul, give him back to me
Oh Istanbul, give me back my brown-eyed son
Moonlight jumping through the trees
Sunken eyes avoiding me,
From dawn to dusk, the hunt is on,
The father searches for the son
In Istanbul, give him back to me
In Istanbul give me back my brown-eyed son
On secret streets in disbelief
Little shadow shows the lead
Prostitutes, stylish and glum
In amongst them you are one
Oh, what have I done?!
Rolling breathless off the tongue
The vicious street gang slang
I lean into a box of pine
Identify the kid as mine
Istanbul Video (MV)
Performed By: Morrissey
From Album: World Peace Is None Of Your Business
Language: English
Length: 4:42
Written by: STEVEN MORRISSEY, MARTIN JAMES BOORER
Year: 2014
Morrissey - Istanbul Lyrics
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English
When he first cried his mother died
I had tried to be his guide
When he was born I was too young
The father searches for the son
In Istanbul, give him back to me
Oh Istanbul, give me back my brown-eyed son
Moonlight jumping through the trees
Sunken eyes avoiding me,
From dawn to dusk, the hunt is on,
The father searches for the son
In Istanbul, give him back to me
In Istanbul give me back my brown-eyed son
On secret streets in disbelief
Little shadow shows the lead
Prostitutes, stylish and glum
In amongst them you are one
Oh, what have I done?!
Rolling breathless off the tongue
The vicious street gang slang
I lean into a box of pine
Identify the kid as mine
I had tried to be his guide
When he was born I was too young
The father searches for the son
In Istanbul, give him back to me
Oh Istanbul, give me back my brown-eyed son
Moonlight jumping through the trees
Sunken eyes avoiding me,
From dawn to dusk, the hunt is on,
The father searches for the son
In Istanbul, give him back to me
In Istanbul give me back my brown-eyed son
On secret streets in disbelief
Little shadow shows the lead
Prostitutes, stylish and glum
In amongst them you are one
Oh, what have I done?!
Rolling breathless off the tongue
The vicious street gang slang
I lean into a box of pine
Identify the kid as mine
Writer: STEVEN MORRISSEY, MARTIN JAMES BOORER
Copyright: Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
