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
And 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