Come on baby. (And she had no fear.) And she ran to him. (Then they started to fly.) They looked backward and said goodbye. (She had become like they are.) She had taken his hand.— Blue Öyster Cult, "Don't Fear the Reaper"
Come on baby. (And she had no fear.) And she ran to him. (Then they started to fly.) They looked backward and said goodbye. (She had become like they are.) She had taken his hand.
— Blue Öyster Cult, "Don't Fear the Reaper"