Capo 2 Tuning Standard


White lips, pa

le face
              
Breathing in s

       
nowflakes
                      
Burnt lungs, sour taste

Light's gone, 

day's end
              
Struggling to 

      
pay rent

Long nights, strange men


And they say
              
She's in the C

     
lass A Team
              
Stuck in her d

  
aydream
              
Been this way 

      
since 18
              
But lately her

                 
 face seems
              
Slowly sinking

     
, wasting
              
Crumbling like

  
 pastries

And they scream

The worst thin

gs in life com

e free to us
            
Cos we're just

          
 under the upp

erhand

 And go mad fo

r a couple gra

ms
            
And she don't 

             
want to go out

      
side tonight
            
And in a pipe 

              
she flies to t

    
he Motherland
    
Or sells love 

to another man
         
It's too cold 

outside
             
For angels to 

 
fly



Ripped gloves,

 raincoat
              
Tried to swim 

             
and stay afloa


t
                     
Dry house, wet clothes

Loose change, 

bank notes
              
Weary-eyed, dr

      
y throat

Call girl, no phone



And they say
              
She's in the C

     
lass A Team
              
Stuck in her d

  
aydream
              
Been this way 

      
since 18
            
But lately her

          
 face seems
        
Slowly sinking

, wasting
              
Crumbling like

  
 pastries

And they scream

The worst thin

gs in life com

e free to us
            
Cos we're just

             
 under the upp

      
erhand

And go mad for a couple grams
            
And she don't 

             
want to go out

      
side tonight
            
And in a pipe 

              
she flies to t

    
he Motherland
    
Or sells love 

to another man
         
It's too cold 

outside
             
For angels to 

 
fly
           
Angels to fly
            
An angel will 


die
            
Covered in whi

te

Closed eye
             
And hoping for

    
 a better life
            
This time, we'

             
ll fade out to

night
             
Straight down 

      
the line


And they say
              
She's in the C

     
lass A Team
              
Stuck in her d

  
aydream
              
Been this way 

       
since 18
       
But lately her

 face seems
          
Slowly sinking

, wasting
              
Crumbling like

  
 pastries

They scream

The worst thin

gs in life com

e free to us
            
And we're all 

           
under the uppe

rhand

Go mad for a c

ouple grams
            
And we don't w

             
ant to go outs

     
ide tonight
            
And in a pipe 

              
we fly to the 

 
Motherland
    
Or sell love t

o another man
           
It's too cold 

     
outside
             
For angels to 

 
fly
          
Angels to fly
         
To fly, fly
           
Angels to fly,

            
 to fly, to fl


y
         
Angels to die