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.