Drones (Black Box Sessions)

[Verse 1] The graveyards fill, the dancefloors fill The bar stools fill, but everyone's empty The desk chairs fill, the sickbeds fill The car parks fill, but I'm still empty [Pre-Chorus] The church bell rings And the cold heart chills My glass is empty Your glass is filled [Chorus] You're getting better You're getting better You're getting better And I'm getting bitter [Verse 2] The graveyards fill, the dancefloors fill The bar stools fill, but everyone's empty The desk chairs fill, the sickbeds fill The car parks fill, but I'm still empty [Pre-Chorus] The church bell rings My cold heart chills My glass is empty Your glass is filled [Chorus] You're getting better You're getting better You're getting better And I'm getting bitter [Post-Chorus] Maybe I always wanted to be like you Maybe you always wanted to be like me (Maybe I always wanted to be like—) (You) [Outro] Maybe I always wanted to be like you Maybe you always wanted to be like me