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White lips, pale face
Breathing in the 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 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 upper hand
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
Angels to fly
Ripped gloves, raincoat
Tried to swim, 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 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
Sells love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
An angel will die
Covered in white
Closed eyes and hopin' for a better life
This time, we'll fade out tonight
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
They scream
The worst things in life come free to us
And we're all under the upper hand
And go mad for a couple grams
And we don't wanna go outside tonight
And in the pipe, fly to the motherland
Or sell love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly
Fly, fly
For angels to fly, to fly, to fly
Angels to die
Breathing in the 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 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 upper hand
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
Angels to fly
Ripped gloves, raincoat
Tried to swim, 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 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
Sells love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
An angel will die
Covered in white
Closed eyes and hopin' for a better life
This time, we'll fade out tonight
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
They scream
The worst things in life come free to us
And we're all under the upper hand
And go mad for a couple grams
And we don't wanna go outside tonight
And in the pipe, fly to the motherland
Or sell love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly
Fly, fly
For angels to fly, to fly, to fly
Angels to die
Lyrics submitted by emilypowers, edited by hc420, ZeNerd, MaddyPines, Carrie14
The A Team Lyrics as written by Edward Christopher Sheeran
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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I just heard this song for the first time, and the lyric "it's too cold for angels to fly" caught my ear, so I looked it up and found this site. I realize it's about a poor girl who's a prostitute and who's dying; she can't be saved. I think of it as if she is the angel, an angel inside, once upon a time somebody's little girl, who can't fly (live a normal life) because it's too cold (she's too far gone in a world that can't help her). But it made me think of my niece, who suffered from mental illness half her life and committed suicide at age 29, alone at home. Her grandmother always called her her "angel baby." It was so cold when she died, snowy and icy and the middle of winter. Nevertheless she flew, right on out of this life and hopefully into a warm heaven where she will never feel too cold or lonely again. Losing her broke our hearts.
Wow, your comment brought a tear to my eye. This is an incredibly deep and touching song, and I hope that it gives you positive feelings when you hear it. Every girl, regardless of what she is or has been through, is an angel.
Hey I jjust wanted to let you know I got the same from it. my sister is 4 years older than me she is/ was 26 October of last year she flew she took her life after suffering her whole life as well of mental illness that lead to addiction to meth and pain killers. my dad is a pastor and heard the shot out back and found her. she had a 2, 4 .6 year old boys. but no man. many nights of strange men. all to find love and that life she saw far away. like you we are devastated. thankfully I know she had an amazing relationship with God. anyways u probably understand that just hearing others stories of identical situations idk brings comfort in a way. I dread the day I out age her. im 23 and have a 2 year old boy she will never see grow up. But man she was an angel and just breathtaking beautiful!!!!