The A Team - Live and in Session

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

Been this way since 18

But lately her face seems

Slowly sinking, wasting

Crumbling like pastries

Isn't they scream

The worst things in life come free to us

'Cause she's just under the upperhand

And goes mad for a couple of grams

And she don't wanna go outside tonight

'Cause in a pipe she flies to the Motherland

And sell love to another man

It's too cold outside

For angels to fly

For angels to fly now

Ripped gloves, raincoat

Tried to swim and stay afloat

Dry house, wet clothes

Loose change, bank notes

Weary-eyed and dry throat

Call girl, no phone

And they say

She's 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

Isn't they scream

The worst things in life come free to us

'Cause she's just under the upperhand

And goes mad for a couple of grams

And she don't wanna go outside tonight

'Cause in a pipe she flies to the Motherland

And sell love to another man

It's too cold outside

For angels to fly

An angel will die

Covered in white

It's closed eyes

And hoping for a better life

This time now, we'll fade out tonight

Straight down the line

Straight down the line, oh

And they say

She's 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

Isn't they scream

The worst things in life come free to us

And we're all under the upperhand

And go mad for a couple of grams

And we don't wanna go outside tonight

'Cause in a pipe she flies to the Motherland

And sell love to another man

It's too cold outside

For angels to fly

For angels to fly

And fly, fly

For angels to fly

To fly, to fly

Or angels to die