Ed Sheeran- The A Team
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 shes 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, they scream the worst things in life come free to us
'Cause she's just under the upperhand, And go mad for a couple 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, Its too cold outside for Angels to fly
Ripped gloves,raincoat,tried to swim to 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, they scream the worst things in life come free to us
'Cause she's just under the upperhand And go mad for a couple grams, but she don't wanna go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the motherland,sells love to another man, Its 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, they scream the worst things in life come free to us
And she's under upperhand
Go mad for a couple grams
And she dont want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe, fly to the motherland, Or sells love for another man, Its too cold outside for Angels to fly
To fly
For angels to fly
To fly, to fly
Angels to die