Writer(s): Ed Sheeran
White lips pale face
breathing in snow flakes
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 want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe
she flies to the mother land
or sells love to another man
It's too cold outside for angels to fly
For angels to fly
Ripped gloves rain coat 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 grams
And she don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the mother land
or sells love to another man
It's too cold outside
for angels to fly
Angel will die covered in white closed eye
And hoping for a better life this time
We'll fade out tonight straight down the...
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 go mad for a couple grams
And we don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe we fly to the mother land
or sell love to another man
It's too cold outside
for angels to fly
For angels to fly
To fly fly angels to fly
to fly
to fly
or angels to die
