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