Madrid Revisited

Flashback to this unexpected night, walking all the way to the kind neighbourhood
where highlights glimpsed, there where a dance and a kiss drive into drinking perils
between stupid minds, it is found the highest cliff of conscience in dreary mood

I climb the stairs and fall flat because I can feel no connection for both the rails,
I move in circles, go straight, stay cool, get hurt, loose weight, who is there for any good?
Flashback to the late sounds of the dawn, I smile untroubled to a sweet fiddle.