Capo 2nd fret

Standard (EADGBE)

White Lips, Pale Face

 Breathing in snowflakes

 Burnt Lungs, Sour taste

Lights 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 18, but lately her face seems, slowly sinking wasting,

 crumbling like pastries and they scream the worst things in life come free to us,

 Coz she's just under the upper hand, and goes mad for a couple grams,

she dont wanna go outside tonight.

 And in a pipe she flies to the motherland, And sells love to another man,

 Its too cold outside, 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

Cos she's just under the upperhand, and go mad for a couple of grams

And she don’t want to 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, 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

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

Cos she's just under the upperhand, and go mad for a couple of grams

And she don’t want to 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, angels to fly

 It’s too cold outside for angels to fly, angels to fly

To fly, fly

 Or angels to die