[Verse] Stuck in a room with sun on the floor, Cobblestones hummin’ through the door. I wrote your name in the steam on the glass, Watched the letters fade as the afternoon passed. [Pre-Chorus] The gypsy fiddler plays on the corner street, And I’m half a world from your kitchen heat. But somehow the rhythm finds me here— It’s like you’re beside me, just standing near. [Chorus] Oh, this city sings in a tongue I know, Like your voice, soft and low. I’m still yours, though I’m far from the trees, Barcelona dreams in the light of your eyes. I’m still yours, in every street and sky— This letter’s just a sign that I’m still yours, I’m still yours, I’m still yours, Still yours. [Verse] Laundry lines weave like old friends’ hands, Spilling colors across the land. A stranger smiled at my dusty shoes, Said, “You look like you’re searching for something true.” [Pre-Chorus] And I said, “I’m right here, just writing home— Got my heart on a street, and it’s all I own.” The wind carries words in a different key, But the song still feels like you and me. [Chorus] Oh, this city sings in a tongue I know, Like your voice, soft and low. I’m still yours, though I’m far from the trees, Barcelona dreams in the light of your eyes. I’m still yours, in every street and sky— This letter’s just a sign that I’m still yours, I’m still yours, I’m still yours, Still yours. [Bridge] So if you see a man with a map in his coat, With dust from the south and a story to note— He’s not lost, he’s just findin’ his way back home, To the quiet moments that only you’ve known. [Outro] Still yours… Still yours… Still yours… Still yours… Still yours…