G (320003@1) C1 G (320003@1) C1 G (320003@1) C1 G (320003@1) G/F#G G/f# EmWhite (022000@1)lips, pale face, breathing in snowflakes C2 (x32030@1) G (320003@1) C1 Burnt lungs, sour taste G (320003@1) G/f# EmLight's (022000@1)gone, day's end, struggling to pay rent C2 (x32030@1) GLong (320003@1)nights, strange men Am7 (x02010@1) C3 (03xxxx@1) G' And they say she's in the Class A Team, stuck in her daydream D/F# (200232@1) Am7 (x02010@1) C3Been (03xxxx@1)this way since 18, but lately her face seems, slowly sinking, wasting G' D/F#Crumbling (200232@1)like pastries, and they scream the worst things in life come free to us Em (022000@1) C2 (x32030@1) GCos (320003@1)she's just under the upperhand, and go mad for a couple of grams Em (022000@1) C2 (x32030@1) GAnd (320003@1)she don't want to go outside tonight Em (022000@1) C2 (x32030@1) GAnd (320003@1)in a pipe she flies to the Motherland, or sells love to another man Em (022000@1) C2 (x32030@1) G (320003@1) D/F# (200232@1) EmC2 (022000@1) G It's too cold outside for angels to fly, Em (022000@1) C2 (x32030@1) G (320003@1) G/f# 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 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 Cos she's 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, angels to fly Am7 (x02010@1) C3 (03xxxx@1) EmAn (022000@1)angel will die, covered in white G/f# GClosed (320003@1)eye and hoping for a better life Am7 (x02010@1) C3-slide-D (03xxxx@1)Em (022000@1) C3 (03xxxx@1) G' D/F#This (200232@1)time, we'll fade out tonight, straight down the line Em (022000@1) C3 (03xxxx@1)G' D/F#Straight (200232@1)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, and they scream the worst things in life come free to us Cos we're all 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 D/F#It's (200232@1)too cold outside for angels to fly, angels to fly To fly, fly D/F# (200232@1) GOr (320003@1)angels to die