文本歌词

The A Team - Birdy
White lips pale face
Breathing in the 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 grams
But 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
Angels to fly
Ripped gloves raincoat
Tried to swim 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 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
Angels to fly
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 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
For angels to fly
To fly
For angels to die