[00:03.220][00:09.120][00:10.700]White lips, pale face[00:13.370]Breathing in snowflakes[00:16.120]Burnt lungs, sour taste[00:19.180][00:21.950]Light's gone, day's end[00:24.370]Struggling to pay rent[00:27.060]Long nights, strange men[00:30.370][00:32.180]And they say[00:35.190]She's in the Class A Team[00:38.010]Stuck in her daydream[00:40.490]Been this way since 18[00:43.950]But lately her face seems[00:45.740]Slowly sinking, wasting[00:47.640]The worst things in life come free to us[00:48.180]Crumbling like pastries[00:50.990]And they scream[00:55.320]Cos we're just under the upperhand[00:58.080]And go mad for a couple of grams[01:01.320]And she don't want to go outside tonight[01:06.070]And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland[01:09.320]Or sells love to another man[01:12.070]It's too cold outside[01:15.880]For angels to fly[01:18.890][01:20.950]Angels to fly[01:25.760][01:28.820]Ripped gloves, raincoat[01:32.700]Tried to swim and stay afloat[01:35.510]Dry house, wet clothes[01:38.390][01:40.070]Loose change, bank notes[01:43.940]Weary-eyed, dry throat[01:46.630]Call girl, no phone[01:49.690][01:51.130]And they say[01:53.200]She's in the Class A Team[01:55.820]Stuck in her daydream[01:58.630]Been this way since 18[02:01.570]But lately her face seems[02:04.260]Slowly sinking, wasting[02:07.010]Crumbling like pastries[02:09.880]And they scream[02:13.240]The worst things in life come free to us[02:16.740]Cos we're just under the upperhand[02:19.120]And go mad for a couple of grams[02:22.120]But she don't want to go outside tonight[02:25.510]And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland[02:28.890]Or sells love to another man[02:31.700]It's too cold outside[02:35.380]For angels to fly[02:38.570]An angel will die[02:41.380]Covered in white[02:43.880]Closed eye[02:46.400]And hoping for a better life[02:48.380]This time, we'll fade out tonight[02:54.660]Straight down the line[02:56.980][02:58.720][03:03.220][03:04.800]And they say[03:07.100]She's in the Class A Team[03:09.780]Stuck in her daydream[03:12.600]Been this way since 18[03:15.470]But lately her face seems[03:18.220]Slowly sinking, wasting[03:20.970]Crumbling like pastries[03:23.850]They scream[03:25.220]The worst things in life come free to us[03:29.590]And we're all under the upperhand[03:32.780]Go mad for a couple of grams[03:35.780]And we don't want to go outside tonight[03:39.570]And in a pipe we fly to the Motherland[03:42.950]Or sell love to another man[03:45.640]It's too cold outside[03:49.390]For angels to fly[03:52.450][03:55.390]Angels to fly[03:59.890][04:01.950]To fly, fly[04:06.640]Angels to fly, to fly, to fly[04:12.900]Angels to die[04:15.570]