The A Team (Acoustic) - Gavin Mikhail

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

And they scream

The worst things in life come free to us

Cos we're just under the upperhand

Go mad for a couple of grams

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

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

Stuck in her daydream

Been this way since 18

But lately her face seems

Slowly sinking wasting

Crumbling like pastries

And they scream

The worst things in life come free to us

Cos we're just under the upperhand

Go mad for a couple of grams

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 just under the upperhand

Go mad for a couple of grams

She don't want to go outside tonight

And in a pipe we fly to the motherland

Or sell love to another man

It's too cold outside

For angels to fly

Angels to fly

Angels to fly