Letra de A Team

White lips, pale face
Breathing in the snow flakes
Burn 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 day dream
Been this way since eighteen but lately
her face seams slowly sinking wasting
crumbling like paistries
and they scream
the worst things in life come free to us
cause we are just under the upper hand
go mad for a couple grams
but she don't wanna go outside tonight
and in her pipe she flies to the motherland
or sell love to another man
it's too cold outside
for angels to fly
Angels to fly

Ripped gloves, rain coat
Try to swim to stay afloat
dry house, wet clothes

Loose change, bank notes
Weary eyed and dry thoat
Call girl, no phone

And they say she's in the class A team
Stuck in her day dream
Been this way since eighteen but lately
Her face seems slowly sinking wasting
Crumbling like paistries
And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
Cause we are just under the upper hand
Go mad for a couple grams
And she don't wanna go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the motherland
Or sell 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
We'll fade out tonight
Straight down the line

And they say she's in the class A team
Stuck in her day dream
Been this way since eighteen but lately
Her face seems slowly sinking wasting
Crumbling like paistries
And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
Cause we are just under the upper hand
Go mad for a couple grams
But she don't wanna go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the motherland
Or sell love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly
Angels to fly
Angels to fly
An angel will die