Snash - Parasol Caravan

In the shadow of muddy islands

Demons whistle remote and silent

Anger trapped inside your head

And it’s all right

It feels like being held in a cave

Wrong way — try another

Everything will be okay

You’re trying to run away

And I know

Get out of the mud

If dirt is all you have and it’s all right

To see hope in the distance

When being held in a cave-and it’s all right

Escape the desolate — it’s all gone

Wrong way — try another

Everything will be okay

It echoes m my head

Like a hammer