Standby 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 But you were in Madrid So you got on your own train to meet me That was the coolest thing you ever did Now that the roof is breaking And the water is coming in To think that you moved onto safety But the heartache rings in the den Nowhere is it louder than Candela Where each tile on the floor tales a tale Where I can still feel your breath against my face Where I can still hear the gypsy band's wail