Seasons don’t fear the reaper Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain And 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 fear the reaper) Baby I’m your man
I wanna move abroad so bad to the point that I sometimes feel like it would solve all my problems, as if I would not be just as lonely and unloved but in another place