Happens

Happens - Tracy + The Plastics

Written by：Wynne Greenwood

You're leaving me tomorrow night

No need to worry

No need to fight

Oh one fell through the floor

The other wakes up wanting more

Oh

You will leave this table set and done

You will leave me thinking every song's been sung

But this is the song I could not write you

This is the song for your sad and silent spring

So the hot nights make you dream good

Do the cold nights mean you're understood