White lips, pale face

breathin' 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

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 just

under the upperhand

and go mad for

a couple of grams

and she don't wanna

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

angels to fly...

Ripped gloves, raincoat

tried to swim

and stay afloat

dry house, wet clothes

Loose change, bank notes

weary-eyed, dry throat

cool girl, no phone

And they say

she's in the class A team

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 just

under the upperhand

and go mad for

a couple of grams

but she don't wanna

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 eye

and hopin' 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

been this way since

eighteen but lately

Her face seems

slowly sinking, wasting

crumbling like pastries

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

And in a pipe

fly to the motherland

or 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

angels to die