☆ ed_sheeran_the_a_team

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
Cos 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
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 we’re just under the upperhand
And go mad for a couple of 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
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
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
They scream
The worst things in
life come
free to us
And we’re all under the upperhand
Go mad for a couple of grams
And we don’t want to
go outside tonight
And in a pipe we fly to the
Motherland
Or sell love to another man
It’s too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly
To fly fly
Angels to fly to fly to fly
Angels to die