[00:08.380]White lips, pale face
[00:10.980]Breathing in snowflakes
[00:13.880]Burnt lungs, sour taste
[00:19.630]Light's gone, day's end
[00:22.340]Struggling to pay rent
[00:25.170]Long nights, strange men
[00:29.840]And they say
[00:31.350]She's in the Class A Team
[00:34.300]Stuck in her daydream
[00:37.120]Been this way since 18
[00:39.970]But lately her face seems
[00:42.710]Slowly sinking, wasting
[00:45.570]Crumbling like pastries
[00:48.260]And they scream
[00:49.620]The worst things in life come free to us
[00:52.400]Cos we're just under the upperhand
[00:55.820]And go mad for a couple of grams
[00:58.600]And she don't want to go outside tonight
[01:03.660]And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
[01:07.140]Or sells love to another man
[01:09.910]It's too cold outside
[01:13.680]For angels to fly
[01:19.300]Angels to fly
[01:27.470]Ripped gloves, raincoat
[01:30.170]Tried to swim and stay afloat
[01:32.980]Dry house, wet clothes
[01:38.620]Loose change, bank notes
[01:41.430]Weary-eyed, dry throat
[01:44.260]Call girl, no phone
[01:48.990]And they say
[01:50.470]She's in the Class A Team
[01:53.480]Stuck in her daydream
[01:56.290]Been this way since 18
[01:58.900]But lately her face seems
[02:01.940]Slowly sinking, wasting
[02:04.780]Crumbling like pastries
[02:07.320]And they scream
[02:08.700]The worst things in life come free to us
[02:11.280]Cos we're just under the upperhand
[02:14.920]And go mad for a couple of grams
[02:17.750]But she don't want to go outside tonight
[02:22.720]And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
[02:26.500]Or sells love to another man
[02:28.800]It's too cold outside
[02:32.770]For angels to fly
[02:35.790]An angel will die
[02:38.670]Covered in white
[02:41.500]Closed eye
[02:43.140]And hoping for a better life
[02:45.660]This time, we'll fade out tonight
[02:49.990]Straight down the line
[03:02.780]And they say
[03:03.950]She's in the Class A Team
[03:06.890]Stuck in her daydream
[03:09.570]Been this way since 18
[03:12.460]But lately her face seems
[03:15.290]Slowly sinking, wasting
[03:18.180]Crumbling like pastries
[03:20.790]They scream
[03:22.150]The worst things in life come free to us
[03:26.280]And we're all under the upperhand
[03:28.410]Go mad for a couple of grams
[03:30.890]And we don't want to go outside tonight
[03:36.140]And in a pipe we fly to the Motherland
[03:39.430]Or sell love to another man
[03:42.480]It's too cold outside
[03:46.190]For angels to fly
[03:51.980]Angels to fly
[03:58.100]To fly, fly
[04:03.420]Angels to fly, to fly, to fly
[04:09.410]Angels to die