White lips, pale face
Breathing in 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 18
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 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
Sells love to another man
It's 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
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
Cos we're all under the upperhand
And go mad for a couple of grams
And we don't want to go outside
Tonight
And in a pipe we fly to the motherland
Sell love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly
