White lips, pale face
Breathing in snowflakes
Burnt lungs, sour taste
Light钬檚 gone, day钬檚 end
Struggling to pay rent
Long nights, strange men

And they say
She钬檚 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
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
It钬檚 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
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since 18
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
Cos we钬檙e just under the upperhand
And go mad for a couple of grams
And she don钬檛 want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
Or sells love to another man
It钬檚 too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly
An angel will die
Covered in white
Closed eye
And hoping for a better life
This time, we钬檒l fade out tonight
Straight down the line
And they say
She钬檚 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
They scream
The worst things in life come free to us
And we钬檙e all under the upperhand
Go mad for a couple of grams
And we don钬檛 want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe we fly to the Motherland
Or sell love to another man
For angels to fly
Or angels to die