The A Team

White lips, pale face, breathing in stay (Em)snowflakes.

Burnt lungs, sour (G)taste.

Light's gone, day's end.

Struggling to pay (Em)rent.

Long nights, strange (G)men.

And (Am7)they say she's in the Class (Cmaj9)A team.

Stuck in her (G)daydream.

Been this way since (D)eighteen, but lately her (Am7)face seems slowly sinking,

(Cmaj9)wasting, crumbling like (G)pastries.

And they scream:

the (D)worst things in life come free to us,

'cause we're (Em)just under the (Cmaj7)upper hand (G)and go mad for a couple grams.

(Em)And she don't (Cmaj7)wanna go (G)outside tonight.

And in a (Em)pipe she flies to the (Cmaj7)Motherland.

(G)Or sells love to another man.

(Em)It's too (Cmaj7)cold (G)outside for (D)angels to (Em)(C)fly.

(G)For angels to (Em)fly.

(G)Ripped gloves, raincoat, tried to swim,

stay (Em)afloat.

Dry house, wet (G)clothes.

Loose change, bank notes.

Wearyeyed, to dry (Em)throat.

Call girl, no (G)phone.

And (Am7)they say she's in the Class (Cmaj9)A team.

Stuck in her (G)daydream.

Been this way since (D)eighteen, but lately her (Am7)face seems slowly sinking,

(Cmaj9)wasting, crumbling like (G)pastries.

And they scream:

the (D)worst things in life come free to us,

and we're (Em)all under the (Cmaj7)upper hand (G)and go mad for a couple grams.

(Em)And we don't (Cmaj7)wanna go (G)outside tonight.

And in a (Em)pipe we fly to the (Cmaj7)Motherland.

(G)Or sell love to another man.

(Em)It's too (Cmaj7)cold (G)outside for (D)angels to (Em)(C)fly.

(G)For angels to (Em)fly.

(Am7)fly. That angel will (Cmaj7)die covered in white.

(Em7)Closed eyes, an' (G)hopin' for a better life (Am7)this time.

We'll fade out (Cmmaj9)tonight straight down the (C)line.

(Gmaj7)Ooh. (C)Ooh.

(Gmaj7)Ooh. And (Em)(C)fly.