It's Not Happening - The Be Good Tanyas

I feel it hard I feel the hurt I said It's happening all over again & I've got no control this time Help me, I feel it in my chest & In my eyes It's happening again tonight & I've got no control this time When I get lonely I turn to you You're it making it so hard You know it's true But enough about you Let's talk about me I remember thinking Oh, I know where I'll be Dead by the age of 23 I said I'd never love me But then I saw my Mum At my feet A sight I can never unsee I feel it hard I feel the hurt I said It's happen all over again & I've got not control this time Help me, I feel it in my chest & In my eyes It's happening again tonight & I've got no control this time The obsessions in your life That are hard to quantify Cause you're reaching out for comfort & It always hits you late When your dreams turn into longing And it's hard to say goodnight When you show me You show me you're here Your hair's so long Your skirt's so high She's caught in the day When I see her at night And I know I'm obsessed She brings peace I can't describe I feel it hard I feel the hurt I said It's happening all over again & I've got no control this time Help me I feel it in my chest & In my eyes It's happening again tonight & I've got no control this time

Well, I come from Alabama with My banjo on my knee I'm goin' to Louisiana my True love for to see It rained all night the day I left The weather was bone dry And the sun so hot I froze to death Susanna, don't you cry Oh Susanna Don't you cry for me I come from Alabama with My banjo on my knee Well, I had a dream the other night When everything was still I dreamed I saw Susanna A-comin' down the hill A buckwheat cake was in her mouth A tear was in her eye I said "I'm comin' from the south Susanna, don't you cry" Oh Susanna Don't you cry for me I come from Alabama with My banjo on my knee Well, I soon will be at New Orleans and when I do arrive I'll go and find our Susanna If she is still alive And if I do not find that girl Well, I will surely die Oo, when I'm buried in my grave Susanna, don't you cry Oh Susanna Don't you cry for me I come from Alabama with My banjo on my knee