[Big-band anthem; swaggering swing, brass-driven, equal parts heartbreak and bravado] [Bublé-style hums] [Intro – brass fanfare + walking bass] 🎵 Ba-da-ba… oh, pour it up, now… 🎵 ⸻ [Verse 1 – playful, smooth vocal, brass punches on the beat] I’ve been dancing with the bottom of the bottle, Trading my sorrows for a tune to follow. Every heartbreak’s just a verse I rehearse, Every sip makes the silence less worse. ⸻ [Pre-Chorus – bass walk builds, brass swelling wide] Raise a glass, let the memories fade, Drown the ghosts in the songs we made… ⸻ [Chorus – full brass swing, big vocal lift] 🎵 These are songs for empty glasses, For the nights love never passes. Every toast is a story, every drink’s a disguise, We drown in style, on champagne lies. 🎵 ⸻ [Verse 2 – sly grin in the delivery, sax riff fills between phrases] Bartender knows my secrets by name, Every pour’s another round of the blame. But the band keeps swinging, the night rolls on, And my heart keeps breaking to the same old song. ⸻ [Pre-Chorus – rising with brass punches] Raise a glass, let the past go free, Sing it loud, drown the misery… ⸻ [Chorus – brighter, crowd-clapping swing energy] 🎵 These are songs for empty glasses, For the fools love always passes. Every toast is a promise, every sip a disguise, We drown in style, on champagne lies. 🎵 ⸻ [Bridge – stripped back, just upright bass + brushed drums, half-spoken delivery] Maybe love’s just a game of chance, A three-minute tune, a one-night dance. If the music stops, I’ll take the fall, But I’ll keep on singing through it all… ⸻ [Final Chorus – full big-band explosion, vocals soaring] 🎵 These are songs for empty glasses, Broken hearts in bold contrasts. Every toast is a story, every tear in disguise, We drown in style… on champagne lies. 🎵 ⸻ [Outro – brass stabs, piano flourish, vocal wink] 🎵 Yeah… raise ‘em high, baby… Songs for empty glasses tonight. 🎵
