I picture you on the beach   Lying in the sand   Out of reach of my trembling hands   I picture you in a 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   (chorus)   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      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   (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   Every time 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...