White lips, pale face
Breathing in the snowflakes
Burnt lungs, sour taste.
Lights go, 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 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
Go mad for a couple grams
But she don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to another land
Sells love to another man
It's too cold outside for angels to fly
Angels to fly
Ripped clothes, raincoat
Tried to swim, stay afloat
Dry house, wet clothes
Loose change, bank notes
Weary eyes, 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
Go mad for a couple grams
And she don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to another land
Sells love to another man
It's too cold outside for angels to fly
Angels to fly
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
Go mad for a couple grams
But she don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to another land
Sells love to another man
It's too cold outside for angels to fly
For angels to fly
To fly
For angels to die
Breathing in the snowflakes
Burnt lungs, sour taste.
Struggling to pay rent
Long nights, strange men
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
Go mad for a couple grams
But she don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to another land
Sells love to another man
It's too cold outside for angels to fly
Angels to fly
Tried to swim, stay afloat
Dry house, wet clothes
Weary eyes, dry throat
Call girl, no phone
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
Go mad for a couple grams
And she don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to another land
Sells love to another man
It's too cold outside for angels to fly
Angels to fly
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
Go mad for a couple grams
But she don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to another land
Sells love to another man
It's too cold outside for angels to fly
For angels to fly
To fly
For angels to die
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Delicate, and much better than the Ed Sheeran original.
The lyrics are about a woman who takes Class A drugs, and is willing to do anything (including prostitution) to get them. Birdy's sad, sympathetic vocals are miles better than the Sheeran original though. At least she doesn't portray the poor woman in ironic pop stylings. Birdy's music seems more sympathetic to me, less pop-art and more of a portrait of a sad story that doesn't end well.
honestly, i like it better than the original. this girl does awesome covers