Текст песни 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
the
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
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
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
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
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
I
have
no
defenses
You
come
to
my
senses...
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