The A Team - Live

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 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 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
 
 Angels to fly
 ♪
 Ripped gloves, raincoat
 Tried to swim and stay afloat
 Dry house, wet clothes
 Loose change, bank notes
 Weary-eyed, dry throat
 Cool 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 come free to us
 'Cause we're just under the upperhand
 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
 ♪
 Angels to fly
 ♪
 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 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
 
 For angels to fly
 
 To fly
 ♪
 For angels to die