text: The A Team Lyrics
  White lips, pale face
  Breathing in the snowflakes
  Burnt lungs, sour taste
  Lights gone, days end
  Struggling to pay rent
  Long nights
  Its too cold outside
  For angels to fly
  For angels to fly, fly
  Angels to fly
  For angels to die
  Covered in white
  This time
  Angels to die
  This time
  And they say
  Shes 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
  Its too cold outside
  For angels to fly
  For angels to die
  Covered in white
  This time
  Angels to die
  This time
  And they say
  Shes 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
  Its too cold outside
  For angels to fly
  Cause shes just under the upper hand
  And go mad for a couple of grams
  And she dont want to go outside tonight
  And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
  Or sells love to another man
  Its too cold outside
  For angels to flyEmbed