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

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