Better Than Most Songtext
von A.C. Newman

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
Couldn′t (courtesy?) see you're the broken holy one


Your lipstick is thick but Paris is gone (?)
And I wish this was a crowded room
Now the challange is on
And I never learn to fly
Never looked into your eyes this long
With a dollars worth of distance run
Couldn′t see you're the broken 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
Why I never looked into your eyes this long
With a dollars worth of distance run
Couldn′t see you′re the broken holy one

Better than most
At feeling your pain
Better than most
At feeling your pain