5 Seconds of Summer The A-Team Lyrics

White lips

Pale face

Breathing in the snowflakes

Burnt lungs

Sour taste

Lights 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 eighteen

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

Go mad for a couple grams

She don’t want to go

Outside

Tonight

And in a pipe

She flies to the motherland

Sells love to another man

It’s too cold outside

For angels to fly

Ripped gloves

Rain coat

Try to swim and stay float

Dry house

Wet clothes

Loose change

Bank notes

Dreary eyes and dry throat

Cool girl

No phone

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

Cause we’re just under the upper hand

Go mad for a couple grams

She don’t want to go

Outside

Tonight

And in a pipe

She flies to the motherland

Sells love to another man

It’s too cold outside

For angels to fly