Instruments
| A | A | A | A || F#m | F#m | A | A |
Verse 1
| A | A | A | A E/G# | White lips, pale face, Breathing in snowflakes | F#m | F#m D | A | A | Burnt lungs, sour taste| A | A | A | A E/G# | Light's gone, day's end, Struggling to pay rent | F#m | F#m D | A | A | Long nights, strange men
Pre-Hook
| Bm | Bm | D | D |And they say She's in the Class A Team, | A | A | E | E |Stuck in her daydream been this way since 18, | Bm | Bm | D | D |But lately her face seems Slowly sinking, wasting crumbling like pastries| A | A | E | E | and they scream The worst things in life come free to us
Hook
| F#m | D | A | A |Cos we're just under the upperhand and go mad for a couple grams| F#m | D | A | A | And she don't want to go outside tonight | F#m | D | A | A |And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland or sells love to another man| F#m | D | A | E | It's too cold outside for angels to fly
Instruments
| F#m | D | A | A | Angels to fly| F#m | D | A | A |
Verse 2
| A | A | A | A E/G# | Ripped gloves, raincoat, tried to swim and stay afloat | F#m | F#m D | A | A E/G# | dry house, wet clothes| A | A | A | A E/G# | Loose change, bank notes Weary-eyed, dry throat| F#m | F#m D | A | A | Call girl, no phone
Pre-Hook
| Bm | Bm | D | D |And they say She's in the Class A Team, | A | A | E | E |Stuck in her daydream been this way since 18, | Bm | Bm | D | D |But lately her face seems Slowly sinking, wasting crumbling like pastries| A | A | E | E | and they scream The worst things in life come free to us
Hook
| F#m | D | A | A |Cos we're just under the upperhand and go mad for a couple grams| F#m | D | A | A | And she don't want to go outside tonight | F#m | D | A | A |And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland or sells love to another man| F#m | D | A | E | It's too cold outside for angels to fly
Bridge
| Bm | Bm | D | D | An angel will die | F#m | F#m | A | A |Covered in white Closed eye And hoping for a better life| Bm | Bm | D | D |This time, we'll fade out tonight Straight down the line
Guitar Solo
| F#m | F#m D | A | A | [x2]
Pre-Hook
| Bm | Bm | D | D |And they say She's in the Class A Team, | A | A | E | E |Stuck in her daydream been this way since 18, | Bm | Bm | D | D |But lately her face seems Slowly sinking, wasting crumbling like pastries| A | A | E | E | and they scream The worst things in life come free to us
Hook
| F#m | D | A | A |Cos we're just under the upperhand and go mad for a couple grams| F#m | D | A | A | And she don't want to go outside tonight | F#m | D | A | A |And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland or sells love to another man| F#m | D | A | E | It's too cold outside for angels to fly
Ending
| F#m | F#m D | A | A | [x2]| E | E | A | A |Angels to fly to fly, flyAngels to fly, to fly, to flyAngels to die
