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 She is 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 come free to us 'Cause she's just under the upperhand And goes mad for a couple grams And she don't wanna go outside tonight 'Cause 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 Rips gloves, raincoat, tried to swim, 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 She's tuck 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 come free to us 'Cause she's just under the upperhand And go mad for a couple grams But she don't wanna go outside tonight 'Cause in a pipe she flies to the motherland 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 This time, we'll fade out tonight Straight down the line Straight down the line