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 eighteen
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 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
ripped gloves
raincoat
tried to swim and stay afloat
dry house
wet clothes
loose change
banknotes
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 eighteen
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 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
to fly
to fly
for angels to fly
to fly
to fly
for angels to fly