The a Team

Edd Sheran

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 eighteen
 But lately her face seems
 Slowly sinking, wasting
 Crumbling like pastries
 And they scream
 The worst things in life come free to us
 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

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

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
 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
 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

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
 And we're all under the upper hand
 Go mad for a couple grams
 And we don't want to go outside tonight
 And in a pipe we fly to the Motherland
 Or sell love to another man
 It's too cold outside
 For angels to fly
 Angels to fly
 To fly, fly
 For angels to fly, to fly, to fly
 For angels to die