White lips, pale face, breathing in snowflakes
Burnt lungs, sour taste
Lights gone, days end, [bad word] to pay rent
Long nights, strange men

And they say she's in the class Team, stuck in her daydream
Been this way since 18 but lately her face seems slowly sinking, wasting, [bad word] like pastries
And they scream the worst things in [bad word] free her us 'cause she's just under the upper hand and goes mad for a couple grams
And 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 fly
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 she's in the class Team, stuck in her daydream
Been this way since 18 but lately her face seems slowly sinking, wasting, [bad word] like pastries
And they scream the worst things in [bad word] free to her 'cause she's just under the upper hand and goes mad for a couple grams
And 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 fly

An angel will die covered in white - closed eye and hoping for a better life
This time we'll fade out tonight, straight down the line
Straight down the line

And they say she's in the class Team, stuck in her daydream
Been this way since 18 but lately her face seems slowly sinking, wasting, [bad word] like pastries
They scream the worst things in [bad word] free to us when we're all under the upper hand and go mad for a couple grams
And we don't wanna go outside tonight
'Cause in a pipe we'll fly to the Motherland and sell love to another man
It's too cold outside for angels to fly
Angels to fly
Fly, fly
For angels to fly, to fly, to fly or Angel to die