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The A Team Lyrics

Sonically minimalistic and emotive, “The A Team” was Ed’s debut single, which catapulted his career to new heights.

The song focuses on a girl that Ed spoke to “when [he] did a gig at a homeless shelter.”… Read More 

[Verse 1]

White lips, pale face

Breathin' in the snowflakes

Burnt lungs, sour taste

Light's gone, days end

Struggling to pay rent

Long nights, strange men

[Chorus]

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"

[Post-Chorus]

'Cause we're just under the upper hand

And go mad for a couple grams

And she don't wanna 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

[Verse 2]

Ripped gloves, raincoat

Tried to swim and stay afloat

Dry house, wet clothes

Loose change, banknotes

Weary-eyed, dry throat

Call girl, no phone

[Chorus]

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"

[Post-Chorus]

'Cause we're just under the upper hand

And go mad for a couple grams

But she don't wanna 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

[Bridge]

An angel will die, covered in white

Closed eye and hopin' for a better life

This time, we'll fade out tonight

Straight down the line

[Chorus]

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"

[Post-Chorus]

And we're all under the upper hand

And go mad for a couple grams

And we don't wanna 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

[Outro]

Angels to fly

Fly, fly

For angels to fly

To fly, to fly

Angels to die