At The Parallel Lyrics - Time Flies - Vaya Con Dios

He stands by the doors of the Rex all night 

Chain-smoking Celtas 

His eyes trouble more than one woman 

His voice is heavy and deep 

There's dirt on the sidewalk 

And the newsboy yell 

Nothing ever changes at the Parallel 

Nothing ever changes at the Parallel 

There 's a girl at the Molino 

She wears a leather coat 

The dust of Barcelona 

Sticks to her heals as she walks 

Trough the door 

And he thinks: "What the hell 

does she come here for? 

Maybe she wants me, and that's 

her way to say it? 

Maybe she wants me, and that's 

her way to say it? 

Maybe she wants me, but who am I to tell? 

He bites his fingernails 

Scratches his eyebrows 

Lights another cigarette 

Watching the queens of the street 

Acting their parody of love 

And he feels like he stands by the gates of hell 

Nothing ever changes at the Parallel 

Nothing ever changes at the Parallel 

That girl from the Molino 

Who wears the leather coat 

Sits there rockin' slowly on a chair 

Gazing dreamly at the door 

And he thinks: "What the hell 

is she looking for? 

Maybe she wants me, and that's 

her way to say it? 

Maybe she wants me, and that's 

her way to say it? 

Maybe she wants me, but who am I to tell?" 

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