Testo 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 heighteen, 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 upperhand,
and go mad for a couple gramms
And she don't wanna 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

Ripped gloves, raincoat
Try 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 heighteen, 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 upperhand,
and go mad for a couple gramms
And she don't wanna 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 eyes 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 heighteen, but lately
her face seems slowly sinking wasting, crumbling like pastries and they scream
The worst things in life come free to us