The A Team - True Tiger Remix

White lips, pale face, breathing in snowflakes

Burnt lungs, sour taste

Light's gone, day's end, struggling to pay rent

Long nights

It's too cold outside

For angels to fly

For angels to fly, fly

Angels to fly

For angels to die

Covered in white

This time

Angels to die

This time

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

And they scream

It's too cold outside

For angels to fly

For angels to die

Covered in white

This time

Angels to die

This time

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

And they scream

It's too cold outside

For angels to fly

Cause she's just under the upper hand

And go mad for a couple of 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