Drones by SPRINTS

The graveyards fill
The dance floors fill
The bar stools fill
But everyone’s empty

The desk chairs fill
The sick beds fill
The car parks fill
But I’m still empty

The church bells ring
And the cold heart chills

My glass is empty
Your glass is filled

You’re getting better
You’re getting better
You’re getting better
And I’m getting bitter

Maybe I always wanted to be like you
But maybe you always wanted to be like me

• Alternative
• Rock
• indie
• indie rock
• post-punk
• Dublin