White lips, pale face, breathing in snowflakes,
we're lost, I'd say.
Lights gone, days end, struggling to pay rent,
long night, strange man.
They say she's in plus 18,
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 she's just
under the upper hand,
goes mad for a couple grams,
she don't wanna go outside tonight,
cause in a pipe she'll fly to the
motherland and sell up to another man,
it's too cold
outside for angels to fly,
for angels to fly now.
Ribs close,
wrinkle,
tried to swim and stay afloat,
dry house,
wet clothes.
Loose change,
blank notes,
weary eyed and dry throat,
cool girl with no phone.
And they say she's in plus 18,
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 she's just under the upper hand,
goes mad for a couple grams,
she don't wanna go outside tonight.
Cause in a pipe she'll fly to the
motherland and sell up to another man,
it's too cold outside
for angels to fly.
Now an angel died,
covered in white,
with closed eyes and hoping for a better life,
this time now we'll fade out tonight,
straight down the line,
straight down the line.
If you have a light on your phone,
can you put the light on,
hold it in the air,
I wanna
see 70,000 lights right now.
And sing with me!
And they say she's in the class A's,
take it out!
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,
and we are all under
the upper hand,
go mad for a couple grams,
we don't wanna go outside tonight,
cause in a pipe we'll fly to the
motherland and sell up to another man,
it's too cold outside for angels to fly.
For angels to fly,
fly,
fly.
For angels to fly,
to fly,
fly.
For angels to die.