the A team

The A Team - Luca Hnni
White lips pale face
Breathing in snowflakes
Burnt lungs sour taste

Lights gone days end
Struggling to pay rent
Long nights strange men

And they say
Shes 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
Cos were just under the upperhand

And go mad for a couple of grams
And she dont want to go outside tonight

And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland

Or sells love to another man

Its too cold outside

For angels to fly

Ripped gloves raincoat
Tried to swim and stay afloat
Dry house wet clothes

Loose change bank notes
Weary -eyed dry throat
Call girl no phone

And they say
Shes 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
Cos were just under the upperhand

And go mad for a couple of grams
But she dont want to go outside tonight

And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
Or sells love to another man

Its too cold outside
For angels to fly

Angels to fly

For angels to fly to fly to fly

Angels to die