White lips, pale face
Breathing in snowflakes
Burnt lungs, sour taste
Light's gone, day's end
Struggling to believe
Long nights, no sound
And they say
He's in the Class A Team
Stuck in his daydream
Been this way since eighteen
But lately his 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 he don't want to go outside tonight
And in the night he flies to the motherland
Or brings snow to another land
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly
Ripped pants, brown cloak
Tried to swim and stay afloat
Dry land, wet clothes
Strong wind, moon light
Frosted panes, snow days
Fun guy, all alone
And they say
He's in the Class A Team
Stuck in his daydream
Been this way since eighteen
But lately his 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 he don't want to go outside tonight
And in the night he flies to the motherland
Or brings snow to another land
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
And they say
He's in the Class A Team
Stuck in his daydream
Been this way since eighteen
But lately his face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
They scream
The worst things in life come free to us
And we're all under the upper hand
Go mad for a couple grams
And we don't want to go outside tonight
And in the night we fly to the Motherland
Or bring snow to another land
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly
To fly, fly
For angels to fly, to fly, to fly
Or angels to die
