A Team - Ed Sheeran

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 

[Chorus]
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 come free to us 
'Cause we're just under the upperhand 
And go mad for a couple grams 
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
Try to swim and stay afloat
Dry house, wet clothes 

Loose change, bank notes
Weary-eyed, dry throat 
Cool girl, no phone 

[Chorus]
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 come free to us
'Cause we're just under the upperhand 
And go mad for a couple grams 
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

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 we're all under the upperhand
And go mad for a couple grams 
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
Angels to fly, to fly, to fly 

Angels to die