I
White lips, pale face
Breathing in the snowflakes
Burnt lungs, the sour taste
Lights gone, days end
Struggling to pay rent
Long nights, strange men
*CHORUS*
And they say she's in the "Class A Team"
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since eighteen
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking wasting
Crumbling like pastries
But they scream
"The worst things in life come free to us "
Cause were just under the upper hand
Or go mad for a couple grams
And she don't wanna go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the motherland
Or sells love to another man
It's too cold outside for angels to fly
For angels to fly
II
Ripped gloves, rain coat
Try to swim stay float
Dry house, wet clothes
Loose change, bank notes
Weary eye, dry throat
Call girl, no phone
*REPEAT CHORUS EXCEPT LAST LINE*
*BRIDGE*
The angel will die
Covered in white
Closed eyed
Hoping for a better life
This time
We fade out tonight
Straight down the line
*CHORUS 2*
And they say she's in the "Class A Team"
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since eighteen
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking wasting
Crumbling like pastries
But they scream
"The worst things in life come free to us "
And we're all under the upper hand
Go mad for a couple grams
We don't wanna go outside tonight
And in a pipe we fly to the motherland
Or sell love to another man
It's too cold outside for angels to fly
Angels to fly
*CODA*
To fly , fly , angels to fly
To fly , to fly
Angels to die
