You Come To My Senses

By Chicago (1970)
On album Chicago (1970), Twenty 1 (Expanded Edition) (1991)

Chicago
I picture you on the beach
lying in the sand
out of reach from my trembling hands
I picture you in a car
blond 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
everytime 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
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
everytime 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...

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