Do the Charlie Puth

White lips, pale face
Breathing in snow flakes
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 day dream
Been this way since eighteen, but lately

Her face seems, slowly sinking,
wasting Crumbling like pastries
And they screamThe worst things in life come free to us
'Cos 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
Or sells love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly

Ripped gloves, rain coat 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 day dream
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
'Cos we're just under the upper hand And go mad for a couple of grams But she 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
An angel will die
Covered in white, closed eyed
And hoping for a better life This time will fade out tonight
Straight down the line
And they say she's in the class A team Stuck in her day dream Been
this way since eighteen 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 upper hand
And go mad for a couple grams
And we don't want to go outside tonight
And in the pipe fly to the motherland
Or sell love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly, fly,
flyFor angels to fly,
to fly,
to fly
For angels to die