Better Than Most
by Bryan Adams
Better than most at feeling your pain,
Walking wounded through the stars tonight, we wander the plains,
Pointing pistols at the dawn.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Better then most at feeling your pain.