F#m E White lips, pale face C#m Breathing in snowflakes D Burnt lungs, sour taste F#m E Light's gone, day's end C#m Struggling to pay rent D Long nights, strange men Reff : F#m And they say E She's in the Class A Team C#m Stuck in her daydream D Been this way since eighteen F#m But lately her face seems E Slowly sinking, wasting C#m Crumbling like pastries D And they scream the worst thing in life come free to us F#m Cos we're just under the upperhand E And go mad for a couple of grams C#m D And she don't want to go outside tonight F#m And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland E Or sells love to another man C#m It's too cold outside D For angels to fly F#m E Ripped gloves, raincoat C#m Tried to swim and stay float D Dry house, wet clothes F#m E Loose change, bank notes C#m Weary-eyed, dry throat D Call girl, no phone Reff : F#m And they say E She's in the Class A Team C#m Stuck in her daydream D Been this way since eighteen F#m But lately her face seems E Slowly sinking, wasting C#m Crumbling like pastries D And they scream the worst thing in life come free to us F#m Cos we're just under the upperhand E And go mad for a couple of grams C#m D And she don't want to go outside tonight F#m And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland E Or sells love to another man C#m D It's too cold outside F#m For angels to fly E An angel will die C#m Covered in white, Closed eye D And hoping for a better life F#m E This time, we'll fade out tonight C#m D Straight down the line Reff : F#m And they say E She's in the Class A Team C#m Stuck in her daydream D Been this way since eighteen F#m But lately her face seems E Slowly sinking, wasting C#m Crumbling like pastries D And they scream the worst thing in life come free to us F#m Cos we're just under the upperhand E And go mad for a couple of grams C#m D And she don't want to go outside tonight F#m And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland E Or sells love to another man C#m D It's too cold outside F#m E For angels to fly C#m D Angels to fly.. F#m E To fly.. fly.. C#m Angels to fly.. D To fly.. To fly.. Or angels to die F#m E Cos we're just under the upperhand C#m D And she don't want to go outside F#m And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland E Or sells love to another man C#m D It's too cold outside
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 Reff : 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 thing in life come free to us Cos 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 Ripped gloves, raincoat Tried to swim and stay float Dry house, wet clothes Loose change, bank notes Weary-eyed, dry throat Call girl, no phone Reff : 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 thing in life come free to us Cos 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 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 Reff : 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 thing in life come free to us Cos 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.. To fly.. fly.. Angels to fly.. To fly.. To fly.. Or angels to die Cos we're just under the upperhand And she don't want to go outside And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland Or sells love to another man It's too cold outside