Ed Sheeran - The A Team (Acoustic Boat Sessions)

White lips, pale face Breathing in snowflakes Burnt lungs, sour taste Lights gone, days end Struggling to pay rent Long nights, strange men They say she's in the class 18 She's stuck in her daydream Been this way since 18 Lately, yeah, they seem Slowly sinking, wasting Crumbling like pastries, they scream The worst things in life come free to us Cos she's just under the upper hand Goes mad for a couple grams And she don't wanna go outside tonight Cos in her pipe she'll fly to the motherland And sell love to another man It's too cold outside Angels to fly Angels to fly Ripped gloves, faint coat Tried to swim but stayed blown Dry house, wet clothes Loose change, banknotes Weary eyed, dry throat Cool girl, no phone They say she's in the class 18 She's stuck in her daydream Been this way since 18 Lately, yeah, they seem Slowly sinking, wasting Crumbling like pastries, they scream The worst things in life come free to us Cos she's just under the upper hand Goes mad for a couple grams And she don't wanna go outside tonight Cos in her pipe she'll fly to the motherland And sell love to another man It's too cold outside Angels to fly Now an angel died Covered in white Closed eyes and hoping for a better life But this time I won't fail to lie Straight down the line Straight down the line They say she's in the class 18 She's stuck in her daydream Been this way since 18 Lately, yeah, they seem Slowly sinking, wasting Crumbling like pastries, they scream The worst things in life come free to us Cos we're all under the upper hand Goes mad for a couple grams And we don't wanna go outside tonight Cos in her pipe we'll fly to the motherland And sell love to another man It's too cold outside Angels to fly Angels to fly