The A Team - LIVE - Ed Sheeran

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, 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 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

Ripped gloves, raincoat, tried to swim, stay afloat

Dry house, wet clothes

Loose change, bank notes, weary-eyed, dry throat

Cool 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, 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 want to 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 eye and hoping 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 upperhand

Go mad for a couple grams

And we don't want to go outside tonight

In a pipe, fly to the motherland

Or sell love to another man

It's too cold outside for angels to fly

Angels to fly

To fly, fly

For angels to fly

To fly, to fly

Angels to die