White lips, pale faceBreathing in the snowflakesBurnt lungs, sour tasteLight's gone, days endStruggling to pay rentLong nights, strange menAnd they sayShe's in the Class A TeamStuck in her daydreamBeen this way since 18But lately, her face seemsSlowly sinking, wastingCrumbling like pastriesAnd they screamThe worst things in life come free to us'Cause we're just under the upper handAnd go mad for a couple gramsAnd she don't wanna go outside tonightAnd in a pipe she flies to the motherlandOr sells love to another manIt's too cold outsideFor angels to flyAngels to flyRipped gloves, raincoatTried to swim, stay afloatDry house, wet clothesLoose change, bank notesWeary-eyed, dry throatCall girl, no phoneAnd they sayShe's in the Class A TeamStuck in her daydreamBeen this way since 18But lately, her face seemsSlowly sinking, wastingCrumbling like pastriesAnd they screamThe worst things in life come free to us'Cause we're just under the upper handAnd go mad for a couple gramsBut she don't wanna go outside tonightAnd in a pipe she flies to the motherlandSells love to another manIt's too cold outsideFor angels to flyAn angel will dieCovered in whiteClosed eyes and hopin' for a better lifeThis time, we'll fade out tonightStraight down the lineAnd they sayShe's in the Class A TeamStuck in her daydreamBeen this way since 18But lately, her face seemsSlowly sinking, wastingCrumbling like pastriesThey screamThe worst things in life come free to usAnd we're all under the upper handAnd go mad for a couple gramsAnd we don't wanna go outside tonightAnd in the pipe, fly to the motherlandOr sell love to another manIt's too cold outsideFor angels to flyAngels to flyFly, flyFor angels to fly, to fly, to flyAngels to die