Lyrics
[Verse 1]
White lips, pale face
Breathing in snowflakes
Burnt lungs, sour taste
[Verse 2]
Lights gone, day's end
Struggling to pay rent
Long nights, strange men
[Verse 3]
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
[Verse 4]
'Cause she's just under the upper hand
Go mad for a couple grams
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
[Verse 5]
Ripped gloves, raincoat
Try to swim to stay afloat
Dry house, wet clothes
Loose change, bank notes
Weary-eyed, dry throat
Call girl, no phone
[Verse 6]
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
[Verse 7]
'Cause we're just under the upper hand
Go mad for a couple grams
We 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
An angel will die
Covered in white
Close-eyed
And hoping for a better life
This time we'll fade out
Tonight straight down the line
[Verse 8]
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
[Verse 9]
'Cause we're all under the upper hand
Go mad for a couple grams
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
For angels to fly
For angels to die
Written by: Ed Sheeran
