The wind caressed my bare arms as my white dress flowed behind me. My brown down in waves as it bounced freely as I walked. I closed my eyes as I listened to the empty streets of England. The wind whistled and the birds chirped; the animals scurried and the children were called in for dinner and the leaves danced as they ran past. I began to sing, my voice carried throughout the air.
"White lips, pale face
Breathing in the snowflakes
Burnt lungs, sour taste
Lights gone, days 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 come free to us
'Cause we're just under the upper hand
And go mad for a couple grams
And she don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she's flies to the Motherland
Or sells love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly
Ripped gloves, rain coat
Tried to swim, 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 daydreams
Been this way since eighteen
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
And they scream
The worst things come free to us
'Cause we're just under the upper hand
And go mad for a couple grams
And she don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she's flies to the Motherland
Or sells love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
An angel will die
Dressed in white
Closed eyes
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 daydreams
Been this way since eighteen
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
And they scream
The worst things come free to us
'Cause we're just under the upper hand
And go mad for a couple grams
And we don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she's flies to the Motherland
Or sells love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly
To fly, fly
For Angels to fly, to fly, to fly
For angels to die"
I breathed deeply as my words echoed around me. I stepped closer to the edge. A tear ran down my cheek as I remembered the bank notes and the lack of rent. My prostitution not enough to pay the rent and my addiction, I stepped closer to the edge, I could see the whole town from here. And as I spread my arms and leaned forward I whispered the last words.
" an angel will die, dressed in white" as my world tipped forward and hit the ground below.
