The A Team (Shy FX's Akke and Saltfish mix) Lyrics By Ed Sheeran
White lips, pale face
Breathing in snowflakes
Burnt lungs, sour taste
Light's gone, days end
Struggling to pay rent
Long nights, strange men
And they say she's in the class A team
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 just under the upper hand
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
For angels to fly
Ripped gloves, raincoat
Try to swim and stay afloat
Dry house, wet clothes
Loose change, bank notes
Weary eyes and dry throat
Cool girl, no love
And they say she's in the class A team
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
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
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 we're all under the upper hand
Going mad for a couple grams
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
