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