White lips, pale face
Breathing in the 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 18
But lately her face seems

Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
And they scream

The worst things in life they come free to us
'Cause we're just under the upper-hand
And go mad for a couple of grams

And she don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
Or makes love to another man

It's too cold outside
For angels to fly


Ripped gloves, raincoat
Tried to swim, to 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 18
But lately her face seems

Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
And they scream

The worst things in life they come free to us
'Cause we're just under the upper-hand
And go mad for a couple of 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 eyes
And hoping for a better life

And 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 18
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting

Crumbling like pastries
They scream
The worst things in life they come free to us

Cause we're all under the upper-hand
And go mad for a couple of 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
For angels to fly
For angels to die