White lips, pale face
Breathing in snowflakes Burnt lungs, sour tasteLight's gone, day's end
Struggling to pay rent Long nights, strange menAnd 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 Angels to flyRipped gloves, raincoat
Tried to swim, stay afloat Dry house, wet clothesLoose change, bank notes
Weary-eyed, dry throat Cool girl, no phoneAnd 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 toOoh, ooh,
Ooh, oohAnd they say