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 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
Upper hand
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
Ripped gloves
Raincoat
Tried to swim and
Stay afloat
Dry house
Wet clothes
Loose change
Bank notes
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 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 upper hand
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 eyes
And hoping
For a better life
This time
We'll fade out tonight
Straight
Down the line
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
And we're all
Under the upper hand
And go mad for
A couple of grams
And we 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
For angels to die