You Come To My Senses

Chicago

E
I picture you on the beach
B
Lying in the sand
E
Out of reach of my trembling hands
A                 B
I picture you in a car
E
Blonde hair in the wind
A                      B
I picture you in my arms
E
And the touch of your skin
A
The smile on your face
B
The way that you taste

E
You come to my senses
A
Every time I close my eyes
B
I have no defenses
E
You come to my senses
A
I can't stop this ache inside
B
I have no defenses
E
You come to my senses