A.C Newman - Better Than Most [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

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, 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