The A Team - Live at the Bedford

Hello everyone, yay, we're so nearly the-time for Ed, it's so exciting woo-hoo

Um, just wanted to say a couple more things

Just remember that we are filming this for a DVD that you guys are gonna be able to buy

And tonight is being recorded for a live EP that you guys will also be able to buy

So, think you'll all agree that we are kinda part of something really special

Because we're gonna be able to take tonight home in a few weeks

So yeah, big honor, for us all to be here

And I just want to personally say a big thank you to Ed for asking me to um

Host tonight because um, it's just amazing and I think he's fantastic

And I feel really honored to be here

So, that's it, it's time to welcome the fantastic Ed Sheeran to the stage

Make some noise

White lips, pale face

Breathing in snowflakes

Burnt lungs, sour taste

Light's gone, days end

Struggling to pay rent

Long nights, strange men

And they say

She's in the Class A Team

She's stuck in her daydream

Been this way since eighteen

But lately, her face seems

Slowly sinking, wasting

Crumbling like pastries

And they scream

The worst things in life come free to us

'Cause she's just under the upper hand

And goes mad for a couple grams

And she don't wanna go outside tonight

'Cause in a pipe she'll fly to the motherland

And sell love to another man

It's too cold outside

For angels to fly

For angels to fly

Ripped gloves, raincoat

Tried to swim, 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

She's stuck in her daydream

Been this way since eighteen

But lately, her face seems

Slowly sinking, wasting

Crumbling like pastries

And they scream

The worst things in life come free to us

'Cause she's just under the upper hand

And goes mad for a couple grams

But she don't wanna go outside tonight

'Cause in a pipe she'll fly to the motherland

And sell love to another man

It's too cold outside

For angels to fly

Now an angel will die

Covered in white

With closed eyes and hopin' for a better life

This time now we'll fade out tonight

Straight down the line

Straight down the line, oh

Ooh-ooh

And they say

She's in the Class A Team

She's stuck in her daydream

Been this way since eighteen

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 all under the upper hand

And go mad for a couple grams

And we don't wanna go outside tonight

'Cause in a pipe, we'll fly to the motherland

And sell love to another man

It's too cold outside

For angels to fly

Angels to fly

Fly, fly

For angels to fly, to fly, to fly

For Angels to die