Chicago - You come to my senses

^CI picture you on the beach Lying in the sand^G Out of reach of my t^Crembling hands ^FI picture you in a^G car Blonde hair in the wi^Cnd ^FI picture you in my arm^Gs And the touch ^Cof your skin The smile^F on your face The way^G that you taste

You come to my s^Censes Every time I close my ^Feyes I have no def^Genses You come to my ^Csenses I can't stop this ache i^Fnside I have no de^Gfenses You come to my s^Censes