The A Team (Live) - Ed Sheeran

Lyrics by：Ed Sheeran

White lips pale face

Breathin' in the snowflakes

Burnt lungs sour taste

Light's gone 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

And go mad for a couple grams

And she don't wanna 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 now

Ripped gloves raincoat

Tried to swim and stay afloat

Dry house wet clothes

Loose change banknotes

Weary-eyed 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 she's just under the upper hand

And go mad for a couple grams

But she don't wanna 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

An angel will die covered in white

Closed eye and hopin' for a better life

This time now we'll fade out tonight

Straight down the line

Straight down the line no

Mmm mmm

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 all under the upper hand

And go mad for a couple grams

And we don't wanna go outside tonight

And in a pipe we fly to the Motherland

And sell love to another man

It's too cold outside

For angels to fly

For angels to fly

Fly fly

For angels to fly

To fly to fly

Angels to die