Shakey Graves Christopher Columbus Lyrics

It seems like a problem with me
Always am sickened at heart
Well, when I'm dead spread for heaven
Oh, but too scared too start

And even when he's free
From the slum fantasy
I don't need this need promice
Then, let's hop on and let me
Hmmmmm

This day in the 8th
Yeah, there's a prophet I've known
She comes to my doorstep and opens her coat
And she's stealing the prayers that I need the most

But freedom didn't bothers
There's a cut in her clothes
Don't get by anything these days
And you know that it's true

Everyone tries but they all got a price
Well, I go wrong for that one
Tell me my money's no good
Hmmmm

I married a lot, oh
Yeah, I'm a spot
And I swear the tears are
Hmmmm

It seems I've lost the ship
On that sail too search for that
Promised new land to be claimed by the church
And glory's the story that you hear through divine

But history on edge, the only lovers who died
Hmmmm
They cry save me, please save me, save
They (???)