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 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 and go mad for a couple grams but 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 for angels to fly ripped gloves raincoat tried to swim to stay afloat dry house wet clothes loose change bank notes weary eyed dry throat call girl no phone 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 and go mad for a couple grams but 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 for angels to fly to fly to fly for angels to fly to fly to fly for angels to die