The A Team [Live at the Bedford]

Hello everyone, yay, we're so nearly the-time for Ed, it's so exciting woo-hoo
Um, just wanted to say a couple more things
Just remember that we are filming this for a DVD that you guys are gonna be able to buy
And tonight is being recorded for a live EP that you guys will also be able to buy
So, think you'll all agree that we are kinda part of something really special
Because we're gonna 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 thank you to Ed for asking me to um
Host tonight because um, it's just amazing and I think he's fantastic
And I feel really honored to be here
So, that's it, it's time to welcome the fantastic Ed Sheeran to the stage
Make some noise

White lips, pale face
Breathing in 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
She's 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 she's just under the upper hand
And goes mad for a couple 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 fly

Ripped gloves, raincoat
Tried to swim, 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
She's 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 she's just under the upper hand
And goes mad for a couple grams
But 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
Now an angel will die
Covered in white
With closed eyes and hopin' for a better life
This time now we'll fade out tonight
Straight down the line

Straight down the line, oh
Ooh-ooh

And they say
She's in the Class A Team
She's 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 all under the upper hand
And go mad for a couple 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 fly
Angels to fly
Fly, fly
For angels to fly, to fly, to fly
For Angels to die