文本歌词

The A Team (Matthew Heyer Remix) - Ed Sheeran/Alessio Buscemi/Matthew Heyer
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
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 of grams
And she don't want to go outside
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
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 of grams
We don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the motherland
And sells love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
For angels to fly
Fly fly
For angels to fly
Fly fly