Karaoké The A Team Boyce Avenue

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

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

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

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 eighteen but lately

Her face seems slowly sinking wasting crumbling like pastries

And they scream the worst things 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 but 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 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're all under the upperhand go mad for a couple of grams

And we don't want to go outside tonight

And in a pipe we fly to the motherland or sell 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 angels to die