Текст песни The a Team (Acoustic) - Ed Sheeran

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 she's just under the upperhand
And goes mad for a couple of grams
And she don't want to go outside tonight
Cause in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
And sell love to another man
It's too cold outside

For angels to fly
Angels to fly!

Ripped gloves, raincoat
Tried to swim and stay afloat
Dry house, wet clothes

Loose change, bank notes
Weary-eyed, dry throat
Cool 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
Cause she's just under the upperhand
And goes mad for a couple grams
And she don't want to go outside tonight
Cause in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
And sell love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Now, and angel will die

Covered in white
Closed eyes
And hoping for a better life
This time, we'll fade out tonight
Straight down the line

Straight down the line
And they say
She's in the Class A Team
She's 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 all under the upperhand
Go mad for a couple of grams
And we don't want to go outside tonight
Cause in a pipe we'll fly to the mother land
And sell love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly
To fly, fly
Angels to fly, to fly, to fly
Angels to die