Better Than Most

D#m G#m D#m G#m E F# x 2 D#m G#m D#m G#m Better than most at feeling your pain, E F# D#m G#m D#m G#m Walking wounded through the stars tonight, we wander the plains, E F# D Pointing pistols at the dawn. Bm E A D Bm E Never looked into your eyes this long, with a dollars worth of distance A run, D G A 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. D#m G#m D#m G#m E F# Better than most at feeling no pain. Better then most at feeling your pain. Cheers.