The A Team (Matthew Heyer Remix) - Matthew Heyer/Ed Sheeran/Alessio Buscemi

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

She's 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 she's just under the upper-hand

And goes mad for a couple of grams

And she don't want to go outside

Ripped gloves raincoat

Tried to swim and 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

She's 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 she's just under the upper-hand

And goes mad for a couple of grams

We don't want to go outside tonight

And in a pipe she flies to the motherland

And sells love to another man

It's too cold outside

For angels to fly

For angels to fly

Fly fly

For angels to fly

Fly fly