Karaoké The A Team Ed Sheeran

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

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 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 eyed

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 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

For angels to fly

To fly

Fly

For angels to fly to fly, to fly

For angels to die