Balla Con Me

Just swaying with my eyes closed.
Everywhere I look, your face I still can see.
And the hands of the clock move slow for me.
Don't know what else to do in this empty space.
So I keep on swaying at my own slow pace.
This year started different, back in that sun crime glow.
Now I step in this bar and the sadness starts to flow.
Every melody plays like an echo of your name.
And I feel that lump form in my throat just the same.