The A team (acoustic)

White Lips Pale Face   Breathing in snowflakes   Burnt Lungs Sour taste   Lights gone Days 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   Coz she’s just under the upper hand and goes mad for a couple grams    she dont wanna go outside tonight.    And in a pipe she flies to the motherland And sells love to another man   Its too cold outside For angels to fly   Ripped gloves raincoat   tried to swim and stay afloat   Dry house wet clothes   Loose change bank notes   weary-eyed dry throat   Cool 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   Cos she’s just under the upperhand and go mad for a couple of 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   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   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   Cos she’s just under the upperhand and go mad for a couple of 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   It?s too cold outside for angels to fly angels to fly   To fly fly   Or angels to die