White lips, pale faceBreathing in snowflakesBurnt lungs, sour tasteLight's gone, day's endStruggling to pay rentLong nights, strange men
And they say, she's in the Class A TeamStuck in her daydreamBeen this way since eighteen but lately her face seemsSlowly sinking, wastingCrumbling like pastries, and they screamThe worst things in life come free to us
'Cause we're just under the upper handAnd go mad for a couple gramsAnd she don't want to go outside tonightAnd in a pipe, she flies to the MotherlandOr sells love to another manIt's too cold outside for angels to fly, angels to fly
Ripped gloves, raincoatTried to swim and stay afloatDry house, wet clothesLoose change, bank notesWeary-eyed, dry throatCall girl, no phone
And they say, she's in the Class A TeamStuck in her daydreamBeen this way since eighteen, but lately her face seemsSlowly sinking, wastingCrumbling like pastries, and they screamThe worst things in life come free to us
'Cause we're just under the upper handAnd go mad for a couple gramsAnd she don't want to go outside tonightAnd in a pipe she flies to the MotherlandOr sells love to another manIt's too cold outside for angels to fly
An angel will dieCovered in whiteClosed eye, and hoping for a better lifeThis time, we'll fade out tonightStraight down the line (oh)
And they say, she's in the Class A TeamStuck in her daydreamBeen this way since eighteen, but lately her face seemsSlowly sinking, wastingCrumbling like pastries, they screamThe worst things in life come free to us
And we're (oh) all under the upper hand(Oh) go mad for a couple grams(Oh) and we don't want to go outside (oh) tonightAnd in a (oh) pipe we fly to the Motherland(Oh) or sell love to another man(Oh) it's too cold outside (oh) for angels to fly (oh, oh), angels to fly (oh)
To fly (oh), flyFor angels to fly (oh), to fly, to fly (oh)For angels to die