The a Team (Live At the Bedford) Lyrics By Ed Sheeran
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
She's 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 she's just under the upper hand
And goes mad for a couple grams
And she don't want to 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
For angels to fly
Ripped gloves, raincoat
Tried to swim and stay float
Dry house, wet clothes
Loose change, bank notes
Weary-eyed and dry throat
Call girl, no phone
And they say
She's in the class A team
She's 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 she's just under the upper hand
And goes mad for a couple grams
And she don't want to 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
Now an angel will die
Covered in white
With closed eyes
And hoping for a better life
This time now, we'll fade out tonight
Straight down the line
Straight down the line
'Cause they say
She's in the class A team
She's 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 all under the upper hand
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
For angels to fly
Fly, fly, for angels to fly
To fly, to fly
For angles to die
