The A Team Lyrics - Birdy

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 

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 

'Cause we're 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 

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 18 

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 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 

For angels to 

Ooh, ooh, 

Ooh, ooh 

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 

'Cause we're just under the upper hand 

And go mad for a couple of grams 

But she don't want to go outside tonight 

And in a pipe we fly 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