Lyrics

White lips, pale face Breathing in snowflakes Burnt lungs, sour taste Light's gone, day's end Struggling to pay rent Long nights, strange men And they say She's in the class A Team She's stuck in her daydream Been this way since eighteen But lately her face seems Slowly sinking, wasting Crumbling like pastries And they scream The worst things in life come free to her 'Cause she's just under the upper-hand And goes mad for a couple grams And she don't want to go outside tonight 'Cause in a pipe, she'll fly to the motherland And sell love to another man It's too cold outside Angels to fly Angels to fly, mm Ripped gloves, raincoat Tried to swim and stay afloat Dry house, wet clothes Loose change, bank notes Weary-eyed and dry throat Call girl, no phone They say She's in the class A Team She's stuck in her daydream Been this way since eighteen But lately her face seems Slowly sinking, wasting Crumbling like pastries And they scream The worst things in life come free to us 'Cause she's just under the upper-hand And goes mad for a couple grams And she don't want to go outside tonight 'Cause in the pipe, she'll fly to the motherland And sell love to another man It's too cold outside Angels to fly Now an angel will die Covered in white Closed eyes and hoping for a better life This time, now we'll fade out tonight Straight down the line Just straight down the line, oh, mm Now they say She's in the class A Team She's stuck in her daydream Been this way since eighteen But lately her face seems Slowly sinking, wasting Crumbling like pastries And they scream The worst things in life come free to us When we're all under the upper-hand And go mad for a couple grams And we don't want to go outside tonight 'Cause in the pipe we'll fly to the motherland And sell love to another man It's too cold outside Angels to fly Angels to fly Fly, fly Angels to fly, to fly, to fly Angels to die