white lips pale face
breathin in snowflakes
burnt lungs sour taste
light's 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 goin'mad for a couple grams
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
angels to fly
ripped gloves raincoat try
to swim and stay afloat
dry house wet clothes
loose change bank notes
weary eyed and 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 goin'mad for a couple grams
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 eyes 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
and we're all under the upper hand
we go mad for a couple grams
we don't wanna go outside tonight
and in a pipe we fly to the motherland
or sell love to another man
it's too cold outside
for angels to fly
angels to fly
fly fly
for angels to fly to fly to fly
for angels to die
