"The A Team" - Ed Sheeran
It's like raindrops on glasses, grease that settled in the bottom of a pan, wet sugar on your fingertips, Elmer's glue dried onto the palm of your hand, peanut butter on the roof of your mouth and those damn little green seasonings on a really good piece of steak jammed in between your teeth. It's one of those things that kinda stick to you.
You do it out of instinct and pick it up again as if you never left it even if it's been weeks. You can't forget it. It's with you out of habit. It's your way home. Your daily routine. It's your favorite pair of worn out jeans. Your recurring dream. It belongs to you.
It's a song that you can't get out of your head. A rainy day in bed. A good book you actually read. It was this morning. And my "hello again" to you.
Lyrics:
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
Cuz 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
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
Cuz 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
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 upper hand
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
http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/edsheeran/theateam.html
http://www.witandfancy.com/2012/04/04/ed-sheeran-the-latest-uk-singer-songwriter/
It's like raindrops on glasses, grease that settled in the bottom of a pan, wet sugar on your fingertips, Elmer's glue dried onto the palm of your hand, peanut butter on the roof of your mouth and those damn little green seasonings on a really good piece of steak jammed in between your teeth. It's one of those things that kinda stick to you.
You do it out of instinct and pick it up again as if you never left it even if it's been weeks. You can't forget it. It's with you out of habit. It's your way home. Your daily routine. It's your favorite pair of worn out jeans. Your recurring dream. It belongs to you.
It's a song that you can't get out of your head. A rainy day in bed. A good book you actually read. It was this morning. And my "hello again" to you.
Lyrics:
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
Cuz 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
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
Cuz 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
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 upper hand
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
http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/edsheeran/theateam.html
http://www.witandfancy.com/2012/04/04/ed-sheeran-the-latest-uk-singer-songwriter/
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