Agents of Fortune

You're boned like a saint With the conciousness of a snake You're the kind of girl (kind of girl) I'd like to find Face like an angel (in my mirror) But you're boned like the devil Your eyes have shifted from me (have shift) Everyone saw what you did

All our times have come Here but now they're gone Seasons don't fear the reaper Nor do the wind The sun or the rain (We can be like they are) Come on baby (Don't fear the reaper) Baby take my hand (Don't fear the reaper) We'll be able to fly (Don't f

Feeling easy on the outside But not so funny on the inside Feel the sound, pray for rain For this is the night we ride This ain't the garden of eden There ain't no angels above And things ain't like what they used to be And this ain't the summer of l