Letra de The A Team (Live at the Bedford)
Hello, everyone Yay, we're so near the time for Ed It's so exciting Uhm, just wanted to say a couple more things Just remember that we are filming this for a DVD That you guys are going to be able to buy And tonight is being recorded for a live EP That you guys will also be able to buy so I think we'd all agree that we're all kind of part of something really specialBecause, we're going to be able to take tonight home in a few weeks So yeah, big honor for us all to be here and I just want to personally say a big thankyou to Ed for asking me to, um Host tonight because, it's just amazing And I think he's fantastic and I feel honored to be here So that's it! It's time to welcome the fantastic Ed Sheeran to the stage Make some noiseWhite lips, pale face Breathing in the snowflakes Burnt lungs, sour taste Light's gone, day's end Struggling to pay rent Long nights, strange menAnd 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 she's just under the upper hand And goes mad for a couple of grams And she don't wanna go outside tonight 'Cause in a pipe she'll fly to the Motherland And sell love to another man It's too cold outside For angels to fly For angels to flyRipped gloves, raincoat Tried to swim and stay afloat Dry house, wet clothes Loose change, bank notes Weary-eyed, dry throat Call girl, no phoneAnd they say She's in the Class A Team She's 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 she's just under the upper hand And goes mad for a couple of grams And she don't wanna go outside tonight 'Cause in a pipe she'll fly to the Motherland And sell love to another man It's too cold outside For angels to flyNow, an angel will die Covered in white With closed eyes and hoping for a better life And this time now, we'll fade out tonight Straight down the line Straight down the line, ooh-ooh'Cause they say She's in the Class A Team She's 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 all under the upper hand And go mad for a couple of grams And we don't wanna go outside tonight 'Cause in a pipe we'll fly to the Motherland And sell love to another man It's too cold outside For angels to flyAngels to fly Fly, fly For angels to fly To fly, to fly For angels to die