The a Team - Lounge Noir

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

Cause we’re 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

Angels to fly

Ripped gloves, raincoat

Tried to swim, stay afloat

Dry house, wet clothes

Loose change, bank notes

Weary-eyed, dry throat

Cool 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

Cause we’re 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

For angels to fly

Ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh

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

Cause we’re just under the upper hand

And go mad for a couple of grams

But she don’t want to go outside tonight

And in a pipe we fly to the Motherland

Or sells love to another man

It’s too cold outside

For angels to fly

For angels to fly

To fly

For angels to die