"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
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 upper hand
And go mad for a couple grams
And she don't want to 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 upper hand
And go mad for a couple grams
And she don't want to 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
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
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
And we don't want to 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
To fly, fly
For angels to fly, to fly, to fly
For angels to die." I was singing on the side of the road a guitar in my lap as I strummed a beat to my song.
As it came I knew this was the song for me. "cold heart, beating fast, fire burning bright, caught in the sunlight. I'm alone here, trapped behind these wall I call protection, it's nice to know someone cares...but what's it worth, why do they find pleasure in my pain, why do I cry in the middle of the night hoping for someone to save. A protector, a guardian angel to take me from this place, someone strong, that has a heart that beats fast and strong, their warmth all I need to stay awake even when my heart aches he'll bring me pleasure in knowing I'm safe. I need an angel, my guardian angel, someone to guid me through this hell we all call life, someone strong, someone brave, someone who doesn't care what you look like, someone who cares what's on the inside not out, someone to save my oh so broken heart. An angel to save me, to protect me, to love me to ooh." after I finish singing I heard a tinkling from in front of me, I look up at a tall boy standing in front of me a fifty in his hand, he was looking at me, a small sad smile on his face, he had golden blonde hair and amber eyes. He looked like an angel. "your good, maybe you should play in time square." he said putting to fifty in my tin can. "thank you..." I said not knowing the boys name.
"Jace and your welcome." he said his smile growing." I hope to see you again..."
"Clary." I say answering his question.
"Well, I hope to see you again clary." just the way he said it sent shivers up my spine.
