The A Team - Birdy

White lips pale face

Breathing in the 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 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 we're just under the upperhand

And go mad for a couple grams

But 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 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 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 we're just under the upperhand

And go mad for a couple 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 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 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 d