Standard (EADGBE)

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