Shakey Graves - Christopher Columbus lyrics

rate me

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 (???)