Cousteau 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
