Intro: (F#m) (D) (A)
(A) (E/G#) (F#m)
White lips, pale face, breathing in snowflakes
(D) (A)
Burnt lungs, sour taste
(A) (E/G#) (F#m)
Light’s gone, day’s end, struggling to pay rent
(D) (A)
Long nights, strange men
(Bm7) (D) (A)
And they say she’s in the class a team, stuck in her daydream
(E/G#) (Bm7) (D)
Been this way since 18, but lately her face seems, slowly sinking, wasting
(A) (E/G#)
Crumbling like pastries, and they scream the worst things in life come free to us
(F#m) (D) (A)
Cos we're just under the upperhand, and go mad for a couple of grams
(F#m) (D) (A)
And she don’t want to go outside tonight
(F#m) (D) (A) (E/G#)
And in a pipe she flies to the motherland, or sells love to another man
(F#m) (D) (A) (E/G#) (F#m)
It’s too cold outside for angels to fly,
(D) (A) (E/G#) (F#m) (D) (A)
for angels to fly
(A) (E/G#) (F#m)
Ripped gloves, raincoat, tried to swim and stay afloat
(D) (A)
Dry house, wet clothes
(A) (E/G#) (F#m)
Loose change, bank notes, weary-eyed, dry throat
(D) (A)
Call girl, no phone
(Bm7) (D) (A)
And they say she’s in the class a team, stuck in her daydream
(E/G#) (Bm7) (D)
Been this way since 18, but lately her face seems, slowly sinking, wasting
(A) (E/G#)
Crumbling like pastries, and they scream the worst things in life come free to us
(F#m) (D) (A)
Cos we're just under the upperhand, and go mad for a couple of grams
(F#m) (D) (A)
And she don’t want to go outside tonight
(F#m) (D) (A) (E/G#)
And in a pipe she flies to the motherland, or sells love to another man
(F#m) (D) (A) (E4/G#) (F#m)
It’s too cold outside for angels to fly,
(Bm7) (D) (F#m)
an angel will die, covered in white
(A) (E/G#)
Closed eye and hoping for a better life
(Bm7) (D)
This time, we’ll fade out tonight, straight down the line
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(Bm7) (D) (A)
And they say she’s in the class a team, stuck in her daydream
(E4/G#) (Bm7) (D)
Been this way since 18, but lately her face seems, slowly sinking, wasting
(A) (E4/G#)
Crumbling like pastries, and they scream the worst things in life come free to us
(F#m) (D) (A)
And we're all under the upper hand, and go mad for a couple of grams
(F#m) (D) (A)
And we don’t want to go outside tonight
(F#m7) (D) (A) E/G#
And in a pipe we fly to the motherland, or sell love to another man
(F#m) (D) (A) (E/G#) (F#m)
It’s too cold outside for angels to fly,
(D) (A) (E/G#) (F#m) (D) (A)
angels to fly
(E4/G#) (F#m) (D) (A)
To fly,
(F#m) (D) (A)
For angels to fly, to fly, to fly
(E4/G#) (A)
Or angels to die