Artist: 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
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since 18
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
The worst things in life
come free to us
Cos we're just under the upperhand
Or sells love to another man
It's too cold outside
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
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since 18
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
The worst things in lifee free to us
Cos we're just under the upperhand
Or sells love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Covered in white
Closed eye
This time, we'll fade out tonight
Straight down the line
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since 18
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
The worst things in lifee free to us
Cos we're all under the upperhand
Or sell love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
To fly, fly
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