Better Than Most

Better than most at feeling your pain

Walking wounded through the stars tonight

We wander the plains

Pointing pistols at the dawn

Never looked into your eyes this long

With a dollar's worth of distance run

Courtesy of the broken, holy one

Your lipstick is thick, but Paris is gone

And I wish this was a crowded room

Now the challenge is on

And I never learned to fly

Better than most at feeling no pain

Just as soon as you arrive, we'll start

I want to explain

Why I never learned to fly

Better than most at feeling your pain

Better then most at feeling your pain