White lips, pale faceBreathing in snowflakesBurnt lungs, sour tasteLight's gone, day's endStruggling to pay rentLong nights, strange menAnd they sayShe's in the class A TeamShe's stuck in her daydreamBeen this way since eighteenBut lately her face seemsSlowly sinking, wastingCrumbling like pastriesAnd they screamThe worst things in life come free to her'Cause she's just under the upper-handAnd goes mad for a couple gramsAnd she don't want to go outside tonight'Cause in a pipe, she'll fly to the motherlandAnd sell love to another manIt's too cold outsideAngels to flyAngels to fly, mmRipped gloves, raincoatTried to swim and stay afloatDry house, wet clothesLoose change, bank notesWeary-eyed and dry throatCall girl, no phoneThey sayShe's in the class A TeamShe's stuck in her daydreamBeen this way since eighteenBut lately her face seemsSlowly sinking, wastingCrumbling like pastriesAnd they screamThe worst things in life come free to us'Cause she's just under the upper-handAnd goes mad for a couple gramsAnd she don't want to go outside tonight'Cause in the pipe, she'll fly to the motherlandAnd sell love to another manIt's too cold outsideAngels to flyNow an angel will dieCovered in whiteClosed eyes and hoping for a better lifeThis time, now we'll fade out tonightStraight down the lineJust straight down the line, oh, mmNow they sayShe's in the class A TeamShe's stuck in her daydreamBeen this way since eighteenBut lately her face seemsSlowly sinking, wastingCrumbling like pastriesAnd they screamThe worst things in life come free to usWhen we're all under the upper-handAnd go mad for a couple gramsAnd we don't want to go outside tonight'Cause in the pipe we'll fly to the motherlandAnd sell love to another manIt's too cold outsideAngels to flyAngels to flyFly, flyAngels to fly, to fly, to flyAngels to die