{meta: 原调: 1=B}
{meta: 选调: 1=D}
{meta: Capo=2}
{comment:Intro}
[G]   [G]   [G/F#] [Em]  [Cadd9]  [G]  

{comment:Verse 1}
[G]White lips, pale face, breathing [G/F#] in snowflakes[Em]
                         
Burnt [Cadd9]lungs, [G] sour taste[A7sus4]
                                      
[G]Light’s gone, day’s end, [G/F# ] struggling to [Em] pay rent

Long nights[Cadd9], strange [G]men

{comment: Pre-Chorus}
                                                
[Am7]And they say she’s in the Class [C*]A Team, stuck in her [G*]daydream
                                                             
Been this way since [D/F#]18, but lately her [Am7]face seems, slowly sinking, [C*]wasting

Crumbling like [G*]pastries, and they scream [D/F#]the worst things in life come free to us

{comment: Chorus}

Cos she's [Em]just under the [Cadd9]upperhand, [G]and go mad for a couple of grams

[Em]And she don’t want to [Cadd9]go outside [G]tonight

And in a [Em]pipe she flies to the [Cadd9]Motherland, or [G]sells love to another man

[Em]It’s too [Cadd9]cold outside [G]for angels [D/F#] to  [Em] fly,  
 [Cadd9]        [G]
                       
for [Em]angels to [Cadd9]fly      [G]   [G/F#]


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


An angel will die, covered in white

Closed eye and hoping for a better life
              
[Am7]This time, [C*]we’ll fade out [slide Dadd4]tonight, straight [Em]down the [Em]line [C*]   [G*]

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, and they scream the worst things in life come free to us


And we're all under the upperhand, and go mad for a couple of grams

And we don’t want to go outside tonight

And in a pipe we'll fly to the Motherland, or sell love to another man

It’s too cold outside for angels to fly,
                   
for angels [Em]to flyyyyy[Cadd9]        [G]    [G/F#]
                    
[Em]Flyyyy, [Cadd9]flyyyyyy, [G]angels [G/F#]to     [Em]fly, [Cadd9]fly,     [G]flyyy

Or [D/F#]angels to die[G]

{end_of_chorus}