White lips
Pale face
Breathing in the 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 eighteen
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 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
For angels to fly
Ripped gloves
Raincoat
Try to swim to 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
'Cause 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
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 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
'Cause we're all under the upper hand
And go mad for a couple grams
And we don't wanna go outside
Tonight
And in a pipe we fly 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
Or angels to die