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