Drowning from 86 by Junk Ranchers

the sun was setting as I walked around your town
the moon was rising as I watched it all fall down
this is no game, this is no facsimile of pain
pick up the pieces of the things you've thrown away

some things won't go away
in every day-to-day
some things won't ever change
some things won't ever change

I saw the pictures that would never be the same
the promised pieces have all fallen with the rain
there's nothing more to say, all plans have fallen through
caught in a sea of ties that are always drowning you

some things won't go away
in every day-to-day
some things won't ever change
some things won't ever change

drowning us all, they're drowning us all
drowning us all, they're drowning us all

• Rock
• doomy
• melodic
• noisy
• post-punk
• Boston