Interpret:

Megan Nicole

Album:

Covers

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 18
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 upperhand
And go mad for a couple grams


And 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 and 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 18
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 upperhand


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
An angel will die


Covered in white
Closed eye
And hoping for a better life


This time, we'll fade out tonight
Straight down the line
Straight down the line yeah.


And 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
The worst things in life come free to us


Cause we're all under the upperhand
Go mad for a couple grams
And we don't wanna go outside tonight
And in a pipe we fly to the Motherland
Or sell love to another man


It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly
To fly. . .