I wish you
would come to your senses
come to your senses
somehow

your pot of gold
is locked in boxes
is locked in a bank vault
behind closed doors
behind closed doors

Your love won’t put over me (?)
Won’t put over me somehow
Don’t run till you can’t walk
till you can’t walk
till you can’t walk
till you can’t walk

yeah yeah yeah

[banjo solo]

“I need more cowbell in my ears, Graham
Groovy, it’s groovy”

I’m lost

I wish you’d
come to your senses
come to your senses
somehow

You pot of gold
until the landfall
where i come from
where i come from
where i come from

I wish you’d
come to your senses
come to your senses
somehow

your time go until (?)
go until your …
and how
and how
and how

[banjo solo]

“Groovy… groovy… it’s groovy man”

oh you come up
the future
is yours
and lost the posse
and me
come around

I wish you come to your senses
come to your senses
somehow

your pot of gold
until the landfall

Thom Yorke mentioned this song in an interview with Rolling Stone:

“We can get things together quite rapidly at the moment,” Yorke says brightly. He mentions one song, “Come to Your Senses.” “We have this version of it. It’s a five-minute rehearsal, but it has the essence of what we need.

“There are a few of those,” he adds. “It would be fun to have them ready when we go to play next year. I don’t know how we would release them.” Yorke smiles hopefully. “It would be nice to make it all part of the flow and just enjoy it – not think about it too much.”

Come to Your Senses by aisfle