A.C. Newman - Better Than Most Lyrics

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 dollars worth of distance run,
Courtesy of the broken and 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.

Never looked into your eyes this long,
With a dollars worth of distance run,
Courtesy of the broken and holy one.

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.

Never looked into your eyes this long,
With a dollars worth of distance run,
Courtesy of the broken and holy one.

Better than most at feeling no pain.
Better then most at feeling your pain.