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
