Ed Sheeran
作詞：ED SHEERAN 作曲：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
Cause we're just under the upper hand
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
And sells love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly, angels to fly
Ripped gloves, rain coat, 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
Cause we're just under the upper hand
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
And 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, they scream
The worst things in life come to free us
And we're all under the upper hand
Go mad for a couple grams
And we don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe we fly to the Motherland
And sell love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly, angels to fly, to fly, fly
For angels to fly, to fly, to fly
Or angels to die