The graveyard's filled, the dancefloor's filled The bar stool's filled, but everyone's empty The desk chair's filled, the sickbed's filled The car park's filled, but I'm still empty The church bell rings And the cold heart chills My glass is empty And your glass is filled And you're getting better You're getting better And you're getting better And I'm getting bitter ♪ The graveyard's filled, the dancefloor's filled The bar stool's filled, but everyone's empty The desk chair's filled, the sickbed's filled The car park's filled, but I'm still empty The church bell rings And the cold heart chills My glass is empty And your glass is filled And you're getting better You're getting better And you're getting better And I'm getting bitter Maybe I always wanted to be like you Maybe you always wanted to be like me ♪ Maybe I always wanted to be like you ♪ Maybe I always wanted to be like you Maybe you always wanted to be like me