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Stand by flight took me to Paris
I was trying to get to Spain
So I slept on the floor of the station
And in the morning I took the next train

But the train only went to Barcelona
While you were in Madrid
So you got on your own train to meet me
That was the coldest thing you ever did

Now that the roof is breaking
And the water is coming in
I think that you've moved onto safety
But the heartache you rings in the dim

Nowhere is it louder than Candela
Where each tile on the floor tells a tale
Where I can still feel your breath against my face
Where I can still hear the gypsy band's wail