fbpx

Come To Your Senses

COME TO YOUR SENSES

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 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

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

“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 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

COME TO YOUR SENSES

Traduzione non disponibile

LIVE

NOTE:

Nessuna

background