The A Team
Birdy Lyrics


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White lips, pale face
Breathing in snowflakes
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 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 of grams
And she don't want to 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
Angels to fly

Ripped gloves, raincoat
Tried to swim, stay afloat
Dry house, wet clothes

Loose change, bank notes
Weary-eyed, dry throat
Cool 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 of grams
And she don't want to 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
For angels to

Ooh, ooh,
Ooh, ooh

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 of grams
But she don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe we fly to the Motherland
Or sells love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
For angels to fly




To fly,
For angels to die

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "The A Team" by Birdy describe the tragic story of a young woman who is stuck in a life of addiction and prostitution. Her white lips and pale face indicate that she is sickly, while her burnt lungs and sour taste suggest that she is a drug user. She struggles to pay rent and is forced to spend long nights with strange men to make ends meet. The chorus refers to her as being in the "class A team" which is British slang for being a high-level drug user. She is living in a daydream and has been in this destructive lifestyle since she was 18 years old. The worst things in life come free to her, as she is just under the upper hand of addiction, and she goes mad for a couple of grams of drugs. The music video of the song shows Birdy singing in a dimly lit room with only a piano beside her, making for a solemn and heartbreaking performance.


The song was originally written and performed by Ed Sheeran and released in 2011. However, Birdy's version of the song in 2013 gained a lot of attention and popularity, with its stripped-down piano accompaniment and haunting vocals. The only significant difference between Birdy's and Ed Sheeran's versions is that Ed's lyrics detail the story of a male addict, while the Birdy version portrays a female addict.


Line by Line Meaning

White lips, pale face
She's sick and possibly anemic, with pale skin and lips.


Breathing in snowflakes
She's inhaling drugs, possibly cocaine or meth.


Burnt lungs, sour taste
Drug use has caused lung damage and a bad taste in her mouth.


Light's gone, day's end
Her life is dark and depressing.


Struggling to pay rent
She's financially unstable and can't afford basic necessities like shelter.


Long nights, strange men
She's working as a prostitute to survive.


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
People view her as a drug addict and prostitute who's wasting away.


The worst things in life come free to us 'Cause we're just under the upper hand And go mad for a couple of grams And she don't want to go outside tonight
Drug addiction is cheap and readily available in her environment, and she's too depressed to leave her home.


And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland Or sells love to another man It's too cold outside
She's using drugs to escape reality and/or selling her body for money in harsh conditions.


Ripped gloves, raincoat Tried to swim, stay afloat Dry house, wet clothes
She's struggling to survive in harsh weather conditions, possibly homeless.


Loose change, bank notes Weary-eyed, dry throat Cool girl, no phone
She has little money and is tired and dehydrated, but maintains a calm demeanor despite her struggles.


For angels to fly
She sees herself and others in similar situations as angels that are doomed to suffer and die.




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: ED SHEERAN

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

@malcolm004

In case you wanted the lyrics:

White lips, pale face
Breathing in snowflakes
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 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
And go mad for a couple grams
And she don't want to 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
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 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
And go mad for a couple grams
And she don't want to 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 eye
And hoping 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 eighteen
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
They scream
The worst things in life come free to us
And we're all under the upper hand
Go mad for a couple grams
And we don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe we fly to the Motherland
Or sell love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly
To fly, fly
For angels to fly, to fly, to fly
For angels to die



All comments from YouTube:

@oakington

Her mum is a concert pianist, her dad an author. She combines fine piano work with fine words. She Is her parents daughter. Bless her!

@kellylouise5481

aw! that's awesome :-)

@aemiglio152

I agree with you, but this is an Ed Sheeran's lyrics... By the way her songs are awsome

@ScotsLyon

I did not know that thanks for the info Oak

@dannyd0g

Her great uncle was the famous actor Dirk Bogarde. Talent does often seem to run in families.

@oakington

Wow! I did not know that. You are right about that. Bogarde was excellent.

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@cyndrianaa

I respect Birdy so much. She's by far the most talented singer I've heard and she sings with her heart and not for fame. I love that she's always remained discreet and very humble over the years. We need more artists like her.

EDIT 2023: I saw Birdy live, her voice is pure gold. Still got chills.

@kirstygallacher1718

Absolutely... So right... Humble... X

@whisperingpoet4352

She’s discreet and low key. She remains true to herself.

@elenaemilycociorva9560

It is rare finding someone who can truly sing one of Ed’s songs. Ed’s voice and touch are inimitable and most of the covers I hear are terrible. But Birdy... Birdy truly took it to another level. She reinterpreted the song, singing in a pure and, at the same moment, passionate way that no one but her could have afforded. I love this cover as much as the original.

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