The A Team (Acoustic) 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 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
Angels to fly, for angels to fly
Ripped gloves, raincoat, try to swim and stay afloat
Dry house, wet clothes
Loose change, banknotes, weary eyed, and dry throat
Cool girl with 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 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
Angels to fly
Now, an angel will die covered in white
Closed eyes and hoping for a better life
This time now, we'll fade out tonight
Straight down the line
Straight down the line, whoa
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
When we're all under the upper hand
I'm going 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
Angels to fly, for angels to fly
To fly, fly, for angels to fly
To fly, to fly, for angel to die
