You Come to My Senses - Chicago

I picture you on the beach

Lying in the sand

Out of reach of my trembling hands

I picture you in a car

Blonde hair in the wind

I picture you in my arms

And the touch of your skin

The smile on your face

The way that you taste

(Chorus)

You come to my senses

Every time I close my eyes

I have no defenses

You come to my senses

I can’t stop this ache inside

I have no defenses

You come to my senses

Driving home in the cold

January rain

I’ve got to find my way out of this pain

I reached for you in the night

I dreamed of your kiss

I woke before it got light

With your name on my lips

Alone in my bed

Your voice in my head

(Chorus)

I picture you in my arms

And the touch of your skin

The smile on your face

The way that you taste

You come to my senses

Every time I close my eyes

I have no defenses

You come to my senses

I can’t stop this ache inside

Oh, I have no defenses

You come to my senses

Ah…