INTRO | A Bm | A Bm | A Bm | A Bm | 


A                                           F#m
White lips, pale face, breathing in snowflakes
         D            A        B
Burnt lungs, sour taste
A                                             F#m
Light’s gone, day’s end, struggling to pay rent
          D           A
Long nights, strange men


Bm                               D                   A
And they say she’s in the Class A Team, stuck in her daydream
                    E                  Bm                           D
Been this way since 18, but lately her face seems, slowly sinking, wasting
               A                            E
Crumbling like pastries, and they scream the worst things in life come free to us


          F#m           D           A
Cos she's just under the upperhand, and go mad for a couple of grams
F#m                    D        A
And she don’t want to go outside tonight
         F#m                    D          A
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland, or sells love to another man
F#m         D       A       E         F#m    D      A
It’s too cold outside for angels to fly,
              F#m   D      A
for angels to fly

A                                                     F#m
Ripped gloves, raincoat, tried to swim and stay afloat
      D              A         B
Dry house, wet clothes
A                                               F#m
Loose change, bank notes, weary-eyed, dry throat
       D        A
Call girl, no phone


Bm                               D                   A
And they say she’s in the Class A Team, stuck in her daydream
                    E                  Bm                           D
Been this way since 18, but lately her face seems, slowly sinking, wasting
               A                            E
Crumbling like pastries, and they scream the worst things in life come free to us


          F#m           D           A
Cos she's just under the upperhand, and go mad for a couple of grams
F#m                    D        A
And she don’t want to go outside tonight
         F#m                    D          A
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland, or sells love to another man
F#m         D       A       E         Bm
It’s too cold outside for angels to fly

Bm            D              F#m
An angel will die, covered in white
       A
Closed eye and hoping for a better life
Bm                        D        E                F#m   D   A  E
This time, we’ll fade out tonight, straight down the line
                    F#m   D  A  E
Straight down the line


Bm                               D                   A
And they say she’s in the Class A Team, stuck in her daydream
                    E                  Bm                           D
Been this way since 18, but lately her face seems, slowly sinking, wasting
               A                            E
Crumbling like pastries, and they scream the worst things in life come free to us


          F#m           D          A
And we're all under the upperhand, and go mad for a couple of grams
F#m                   D        A
And we don’t want to go outside tonight
         F#m                    D          A
And in a pipe we'll fly to the Motherland, or sell love to another man
F#m         D       A       E         F#m    D      A
It’s too cold outside for angels to fly,
              F#m   D      A
for angels to flyyyyy
F#m   D     A                 F#m   D        A
Flyyyy, flyyyyyy, angels to  fly, fly, flyyy
   E         A
Or angels to die