The a Team

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

‘Cos we're just under the upper hand

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

‘Cos we're just under the upper hand

And go mad for a couple of grams

But she don't want to go outside tonight

And in a pipe she flies to the motherland

And sells love to another man

It's too cold outside

For angels to fly

An angel will die

Covered in white, closed eyed

And hoping for a better life

This time will 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

And go mad for a couple grams

And we don't want to go outside tonight

And in the pipe fly to the motherland

Or sell love to another man

It's too cold outside

For angels to fly

Angels to fly, fly, fly

For angels to fly, to fly, to fly

For angels to die