歌手:Birdy
专辑:《Live In London》

作词 : Ed Sheeran
作曲 : 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 we're just under the upper hand
And go mad for a couple of grams
And she don't want to 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
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 upper hand
And go mad for a couple of grams
And she don't want to 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
For angels to fly
Wu
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 upper hand
And go mad for a couple of grams
And she don't want to 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
For angels to fly
To fly
For angels to die