Intro: A | A | A | A Eadd11/G#
F#m7 | F#m7 Dadd9 | A | A
A
White lips, pale face,
E/G# F#m7
Breathing in snowflakes,
Dadd9 A
Burnt lungs, sour taste.
A
Light’s gone, day’s end,
E/G# F#m7
Struggling to pay rent,
Dadd9 A
Long nights, strange men.
Bm7
And they say
D
She’s in the Class A Team,
A
Stuck in her daydream,
E
Been this way since eighteen
Bm7
But lately her face seems
D
Slowly sinking, wasting,
A
Crumbling like pastries
A
And they scream,
E
The worst things in life come free to us,
Chorus:
F#m D
’Cause we’re just under the upperhand,
A
And go mad for a couple grams
F#m D A
And she don’t want to go outside tonight,
F#m D
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland,
A
Or sells love to another man,
F#m D A
It’s too cold outside
Eadd11 F#m9 D6add9
For angels to fly,
A F#m9 D6add9 A
Angels to fly.
A
Ripped gloves, raincoat,
E/G# F#m7
Tried to swim and stay afloat
Dadd9 A
Dry house, wet clothes.
A
Loose change, bank notes,
E/G# F#m7
Weary-eyed, dry throat,
Dadd9 A
Call girl, no phone.
Bm7
And they say
D
She’s in the Class A Team,
A
Stuck in her daydream,
E
Been this way since eighteen
Bm7
But lately her face seems
D
Slowly sinking, wasting,
A
Crumbling like pastries
A
And they scream,
E
The worst things in life come free to us,
Chorus:
F#m D
’Cause we’re just under the upperhand,
A
And go mad for a couple grams
F#m D A
And she don’t want to go outside tonight,
F#m D
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland,
A
Or sells love to another man,
F#m D A
It’s too cold outside
Eadd11 Bm7
For angels to fly,
Dadd9
An angel will die,
F#m7
Covered in white, closed eye,
A
And hoping for a better life.
Bm7 Dadd9
This time, we’ll fade out tonight,
A
Straight down the line.
Instrumental: A | A | A | A E/G# | F#m7 | F#m7 Dadd9 | A | A
Bm7
And they say
D
She’s in the Class A Team,
A
Stuck in her daydream,
E
Been this way since eighteen
Bm7
But lately her face seems
D
Slowly sinking, wasting,
A
Crumbling like pastries
A
And they scream,
E
The worst things in life come free to us,
Chorus:
F#m D
’Cause we’re just under the upperhand,
A
And go mad for a couple grams
F#m D A
And she don’t want to go outside tonight,
F#m D
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland,
A
Or sells love to another man,
F#m D A
It’s too cold outside
Eadd11 F#m9 Dmaj Amaj
For angels to fly,
A F#m9 Dmaj Amaj
Angels to fly.
A F#m9 Dmaj
To fly,
Amaj
To fly,
A F#m9 Dmaj Amaj
For angels to fly, to fly, to fly,
A/E A
Angels to die.↑
