Parasol Caravan snash live

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