Listen to the words

Everybody has liked a song--even caught themselves singing the chorus--without ever really paying attention to all the words. That was my experience today when I finally heard this song's story for the first time. The lyrics portray the sad life of an attractive female drug addict. This is the life of too many. Reminds me of Vegas.

 

White lips, pale face
Breathing in snowflakes
Burnt lungs, sour taste

Lights gone, days 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 eighteen

But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
And they scream 

The worst things in life come free to us
'Cause we're just under the upper hand
And go mad for a couple 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, 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 eighteen 

But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
And they scream 

The worst things in life come free to us
'Cause we're just under the upper hand
And go mad for a couple grams
But she don't want to go outside, tonight

And in a pipe she flies to the motherland
Or sells love to another man
Its 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 eighteen 

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
And go mad for a couple grams
And we don't want to go outside, tonight

And in the pipe we fly to the motherland
We sell love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly, angels to fly 

To fly, fly
For angels to fly, to fly, to fly
Angels to die