The A Team (True Tiger Remix)

White lips, pale face
Breathing in 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
Oh angels to die
Covered in white
This time
Angel will die
This time
They say
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since eighteen
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
And they scream
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Oh angels to die
Covered in white
This time
Angel will die
This time
They say
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since eighteen
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
And they scream
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
And 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 love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to die