White lips,
Pale face
Breathing in the 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
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 we're just under the upperhand
And
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
Angels to fly
Ripped gloves,
Raincoat
Tried to swim
And stay afloat
Dry house,
Wet clothes
Loose change,
Bank notes
Weary-eyed,
Dry throat
Call girl,
No phone
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
And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
'Cause we're just under the upperhand
And
Go mad for a couple grams
And she don't wanna go outside
Tonight
And in a pipe
She flies to the motherland
And
Goes mad for a couple grams
Or
Sells love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
For angels to fly
An angel will die
Covered in white
Closed eye
And hoping for a better life
This time,
We'll fade out tonight
Straight down the line
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
And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
And
We are all under the upperhand
And
Go mad for a couple grams
And we don't wanna go outside
Tonight
And in a pipe
We'll fly to the motherland
Or
Sell love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angles to fly
Angels to fly
To fly,
Fly
For angles to fly,
To fly,
To fly
For angels to die
-Ed Sheeran, "Class A Team"
