White lips,
pale face,
breathing in snowflakes,
burnt lungs,
sour taste
Lights gone, days end, struggling to pay rent,
long nights, strange man
They say she's in the class 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 we're just under the upper hand,
and go mad for a couple grams
And she don't wanna go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the
motherland and sells love to another man
It's too cold outside for angels to fly,
for angels to fly
Ripped gloves,
raincoats,
tried to swim but stay afloat,
dry house,
wet clothes
Loose change,
bank notes,
weary eyed,
dry throat,
conquer no phone
But they say she's in the class 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 we're just under the upper hand,
and go mad for a couple grams
And she don't wanna go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the motherland
and sells love to another man It's
too cold outside for angels to fly,
an angel will die,
covered in wires,
and closed eyes, and hoping for a better life
This time,
we'll fade out tonight,
straight down the line
But they say she's in the class 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
And we're all under the upper hand,
and go mad for a couple grams
And we don't wanna go outside tonight And
in a pipe we fly to the motherland and
sell love to another man
It's too cold outside for angels to fly,
for angels to fly,
for angels to fly,
for angels to fly,
to fly,
for
angels to die