Capo 2nd fret

Standard (EADGBE)

White Lips, Pale Face

Breathing in snowflakes

Burnt Lungs, Sour taste

Lights gone, Days 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 18, but lately her face seems, slowly sinking wasting,

crumbling like pastries and they scream the worst things in life come free to us,

Coz she's just under the upper hand, and goes mad for a couple grams,

she dont wanna go outside tonight.

And in a pipe she flies to the motherland, And sells love to another man,

Its too cold outside, For angels to fly

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, stuck in her daydream

Been this way since 18, but lately her face seems, slowly sinking, wasting

Crumbling like pastries, and they scream the worst things in life come free to us

Cos she's 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, angels to fly

An angel will die, covered in white

Closed eye and hoping for a better life

This time, we’ll fade out tonight, straight down the line

Straight down the line

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 the worst things in life come free to us

Cos she's 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, angels to fly

It’s too cold outside for angels to fly, angels to fly

To fly, fly

Or angels to die