Happening - Cousteau

It’s hard to know what’s to become

Of memories that are emptied of love

I’m trying hard not to succumb

And i don’t want to feel like i need you

Cause if i do then heartache will surely come

When nightime gives way to the sun

Black river passes how quickly it runs

I’m trying hard not to become

And i don’t want to feel like it’s happening

It’s happening

It’s happening