The A Team (True Tiger Remix) Lyrics By Ed Sheeran

• Artist Ed Sheeran
• Title The A Team (True Tiger Remix)
• Album The A Team – EP

White lips, pale face
Breathing in, snowflakes
Burnt lungs, sour taste
Light's gone, day's end
Struggling to pay rent
Long nights
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
(Fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly)
For angels to fly
(Fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly)
To fly
Angels to fly
Oh angels to die
Covered in white
This time
Angel will die
This time
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
They scream
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Oh angels to die
Covered in white
This time
Angel will die
This time
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
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
And she's just under the upper hand
And goes mad for a couple grams
But she don't want to go outside tonight
'Cause in the pipe
She'll fly to the motherland
And sell love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly