The a Team Songtext

von Gavin Mikhail

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
She's been this way since 18

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
Or sells love to another man
It's too cold outside
For 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
She's in the class a team
Stuck in her daydream
She's been this way since 18

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
Or sells love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly

An angel will die
Covered in white
Closed eyes
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
She's 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
'Cause we're just under the upper hand
Go mad for a couple grams
And she don't want to go outside tonight

And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
Or sell love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly

For angels to fly
For angels to fly