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