"The A Team" Ed Sheeran cover by Alex Cornell

White lips, pale face, breathing in snowflakes, burnt lawns, sour taste. Lights gone, days in, struggling to pay rent, long nights, strange men. They say she's in the class 18, stuck in her daydream. Been this way since 18, but lately her face seems slowly sinking, wasting, stumbling like pastries. They scream the worst things in life come free to us 'cause she's just under the upper hand. Goes mad for a couple grams. She don't wanna 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, angels to fly. Ripped gloves, raincoat, try to swim to stay afloat. Dry house, wet clothes. Loose change, banknotes, weary-eyed and dry throat. Call girl, no phone. They say she's in the class 18, stuck in her daydream. Been this way since 18, but lately her face seems slowly sinking, wasting, crumbling like pastries. But they scream The worst things in life come free to us 'cause she's just under the upper hand. Goes mad for a couple grams. She don't wanna 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. For angels to fly.