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.