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 18
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 18
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. 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 18
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're all 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.
To fly, fly..
For angels to fly, to fly, to fly.
For angels to die.