Tip:
Highlight text to annotate it
X
White lips, pale face Breathing in Snowflakes
Burnt lungs, sour taste.
Lights gone, days end. Struggling to pay rent
Long nights, strange man.
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 and We're just under the upper hand
And I'm goin mad for a couple grams 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 flyyy
Ripped gloves, raincoat Try to swim, stay afloat
Dry house, wet clothes.
Loose Change, bank notes Weary eyed and dry throat
Call girl, no phone.
And they scream The worst things in life come free to us and
We're just under the upper hand And I'm goin mad for a couple grams
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 flyyy
An angel will die, covered in white Closed eyes and hoping for a better life
This time, we fade out tonight Straight down the line