ed sheeran the a team (lyrics)

subscribe for more sad songs Verse 1 White lips, pale face Breathin in the snowflakes Burnt lungs, sour taste Light s gone, days end Struggling to pay rent Long nights, strange men PreChorus And they say She s 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 Chorus Cause we re just under the upper hand And go mad for a couple grams 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 Angels to fly Verse 2 Ripped gloves, raincoat Tried to swim and stay afloat Dry house, wet clothes Loose change, banknotes Wearyeyed, dry throat Call girl, no phone br, br,