[00:19.510]White lips, pale face
[00:22.570]Breathing in the snowflakes
[00:26.280]Burnt lungs, sour taste
[00:31.150]
[00:33.770]Light's gone, day's end
[00:37.070]Struggling to pay rent
[00:40.510]Long nights, strange men
[00:45.870]And they say
[00:48.370]She's in the Class A Team
[00:51.910]Stuck in her daydream
[00:55.140]Been this way since eighteen, but lately
[00:59.770]Her face seems
[01:01.590]Slowly sinking, wasting
[01:04.660]Crumbling like pastries
[01:07.710]And they scream
[01:09.270]The worst things in life come free to us
[01:12.330]'Cause we're just under the upperhand
[01:16.650]And go mad for a couple grams
[01:20.470]But she don't want to go outside tonight
[01:26.370]And in a pipe, she flies to the Motherland
[01:31.010]Or sells love to another man
[01:35.310]It's too cold outside
[01:39.500]For angels to fly
[01:43.330]Angels to fly
[01:50.640]
[01:56.110]Ripped gloves, raincoat
[01:59.050]Tried to swim, stay afloat
[02:02.610]Dry house, wet clothes
[02:06.990]
[02:09.550]Loose change, bank notes
[02:12.610]Weary-eyed, dry throat
[02:16.060]Cool girl, no phone
[02:21.190]And they say
[02:23.250]She's in the Class A Team
[02:26.400]Stuck in her daydream
[02:29.830]Been this way since eighteen, but lately
[02:34.400]Her face seems
[02:36.270]Slowly sinking, wasting
[02:39.350]Crumbling like pastries
[02:42.590]And they scream
[02:44.170]The worst things in life come free to us
[02:47.290]'Cause we're just under the upperhand
[02:52.110]And go mad for a couple grams
[02:55.240]And she don't want to go outside tonight
[03:00.920]And in a pipe, she flies to the Motherland
[03:05.430]Or sells love to another man
[03:09.490]It's too cold outside
[03:13.770]For angels to fly
[03:17.440]Angels to fly...
[03:23.820]
[03:54.020]And they say
[03:56.090]She's in the Class A Team
[03:59.320]Stuck in her daydream
[04:02.580]Been this way since eighteen, but lately
[04:07.040]Her face seems
[04:08.920]Slowly sinking, wasting
[04:11.910]Crumbling like pastries
[04:15.300]And they scream
[04:16.790]The worst things in life come free to us
[04:19.920]'Cause we're just under the upperhand
[04:24.730]And go mad for a couple of grams
[04:28.040]And she don't want to go outside tonight
[04:33.490]And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
[04:38.120]Or sells love to another man
[04:41.990]It's too cold outside
[04:46.790]For angels to fly
[04:51.970]
[04:53.530]For angels to fly
[04:58.520]
[05:01.150]To fly
[05:11.330]
[05:14.080]For angels to die

White lips, pale face
Breathing in the snowflakes
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
'Cause we're just under the upperhand
And go mad for a couple grams
But she don't want to 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
Tried to swim, 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 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 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
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly...
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 upperhand
And go mad for a couple of 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
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
For angels to fly
To fly
For angels to die