The A Team (True Tiger Remix) – Ed Sheeran

White lips, pale face
Breathing in the snowflakes
Burnt lungs, sour taste
Light’s gone, day’s end
Struggling to pay rent
Long nights
It’s too cold outside
For angels to fly
For angels to fly, fly
Angels to fly
For angels to die

Covered in white
This time
Angels to die
This time

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
It’s too cold outside
For angels to fly
For angels to die

Covered in white
This time
Angels to die
This time

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
It’s too cold outside
For angels to fly

Cause she’s 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