LSDXOXO - Night of Stranded Angels (Disc0 Bootleg) lyrics
[LSDXOXO - Night of Stranded Angels Disc0 Bootleg lyrics]
White lips, pale face
Breathing in the snowflakes
Burnt lungs, sour taste
Light's 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 18
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 wanna go outside tonight
And in a pipe, she flies to the Mothеrland
Or sells love to another man
It's too cold outsidе for angels to fly
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 18
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 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
An angel will die covered in white
Closed eyes and hopin' 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 18
But lately
Breathing in the snowflakes
Burnt lungs, sour taste
Light's 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 18
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 wanna go outside tonight
And in a pipe, she flies to the Mothеrland
Or sells love to another man
It's too cold outsidе for angels to fly
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 18
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 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
An angel will die covered in white
Closed eyes and hopin' 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 18
But lately