Letra de At The Parallel

He stands by the doors of the Rex all nightChain-smoking CeltasHis eyes trouble more than one womanHis voice is heavy and deepThere's dirt on the sidewalkAnd the newsboy yellNothing ever changes at the ParallelNothing ever changes at the ParallelThere 's a girl at the MolinoShe wears a leather coatThe dust of BarcelonaSticks to her heals as she walksTrough the doorAnd he thinks: "What the helldoes she come here for?Maybe she wants me, and that'sher way to say it?Maybe she wants me, and that'sher way to say it?Maybe she wants me, but who am I to tell?He bites his fingernailsScratches his eyebrowsLights another cigaretteWatching the queens of the streetActing their parody of loveAnd he feels like he stands by the gates of hellNothing ever changes at the ParallelNothing ever changes at the ParallelThat girl from the MolinoWho wears the leather coatSits there rockin' slowly on a chairGazing dreamly at the doorAnd he thinks: "What the hellis she looking for?Maybe she wants me, and that'sher way to say it?Maybe she wants me, and that'sher way to say it?Maybe she wants me, but who am I to tell?"