Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ed Sheeran
Ed Sheeran
Vocals
Jake Gosling
Jake Gosling
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ed Sheeran
Ed Sheeran
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ed Sheeran
Ed Sheeran
Co-Producer
Christian Wright
Christian Wright
Mastering Engineer
Jake Gosling
Jake Gosling
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
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
[Chorus]
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
They scream
The worst things in life come free to us
[Chorus]
'Cause we're just under the upper hand
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
[Verse 2]
Ripped gloves, raincoat
Tried to swim and stay afloat
Dry house, wet clothes
Loose change, bank notes
Weary-eyed, dry throat
Call girl, no phone
[Chorus]
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
[Chorus]
'Cause we're just under the upper hand
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
Sells love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
[Bridge]
An angel will die
Covered in white
Closed eyed
And hoping for a better life
This time will fade out tonight
Straight down the line
[Chorus]
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
They scream
The worst things in life come free to us
[Chorus]
And we're all under the upper hand
And go mad for a couple grams
And we don't want to go outside tonight
And in the pipe we fly to the Motherland
Or sell love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
[Outro]
Angels to fly
Fly, fly
For angels to fly
To fly, to fly
For angels to die
Written by: Ed Sheeran
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