Video, lyrics and subtitles to .Ed Sheeran - The A team.

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
'Cause 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, 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
'Cause we're just under the upperhand
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

An angel will die covered in white
Closed eye and hoping for a better life
This time, we'll fade out tonight
Straight down the line

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

They scream: The worst things in life come free to us
And we're all under the upperhand
Go mad for a couple of grams
And we don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe we fly to the Motherland
Or sell love to another man
It's too cold outside for angels to fly
Angels to fly, to fly, fly
For angels to fly, to fly, to fly
For angels to die