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


'Cos we're just under the upper hand
And go mad for a couple grams
And she don't wanna 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


'Cos we're just under the upper hand
And go mad for a couple of grams
But she don't want to go outside tonight

And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
And sells love to another man
It's too cold outside

For angels to fly

An angel will die

Covered in white, closed eyed
And hoping for a better life
This time will 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
And go mad for a couple grams

And we don't want to go outside tonight
And in the pipe fly to the Motherland
Or sell love to another man

It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly, fly, fly

For angels to fly, to fly, to fly
For angels to die.