Текст: Cousteau. Nova Scotia. Happening.

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