White lips, pale face
Breathin' in the snowflakes
Burnt lungs, sour taste
Light's gone, days 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"
'Cause she's just under the upper hand
Goes mad for a couple grams
She don't wanna go outside tonight
'Cause in a pipe, she'll fly to thе Motherland
Or sell love to anothеr man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
For angels to fly, now
Ripped gloves, raincoat
Tried to swim and stay afloat
Dry house, wet clothes
Loose change, banknotes
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"
'Cause she's just under the upper hand
Goes mad for a couple grams
She don't wanna go outside tonight
'Cause in a pipe, she'll fly to the Motherland
And sell love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Now an angel will die, covered in white
Closed eye and hopin' for a better life
This time, now, we'll fade out tonight
Straight down the line
Straight down the line, oh
Mmm, Mmm
If you have a light on your phone
Can you put the light on?
Hold it in the air
I wanna see seventy-thousand lights right now
And sing with me!
And they say
She's in the Class A (sing it out!)
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"
And we are all under the upper hand
And go mad for a couple grams
And we don't wanna go outside tonight
'Cause in a pipe, we fly to the Motherland
And sell love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
For angels to fly
Fly, fly
For angels to fly
To fly, to fly
For angels to die