Intro:
D#m   G#m  D#m  G#m  E  F# x 2

(Verse)
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. 

(Chorus) 
      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.

(intro) 

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. 

(Chorus) 

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. 

(Chorus) 

D#m         G#m     D#m        G#m    E  F#
Better than most at feeling no pain. 
Better then most at feeling your pain.

(intro)

Cheers.