I picture you on the beach

Lying in the sand

Out of reach of my trembling hands

I picture you in a car

Your hair in the wind

I picture you in my arms

The touch of your skin

The smile on your face 

The way that you taste

 [bad word] to my senses

Every time I close my eyes

I have no defences

 [bad word] to my senses

I can't stop this ache inside

I have no defences

Driving home in the cold January rain

I've got to find a way out of this pain

I reach for you in the night

I dream of your kiss

I wake before it gets light

Your name on my lips

Alone in my bed

Your voice in my head

 [bad word] to my senses

Every time I close my eyes

I have no defences

 [bad word] to my senses

I can't stop this ache inside

I have no defences

I picture you in my arms

The touch of your skin

The smile on your face 

The way that you taste

 [bad word] to my senses

Every time I close my eyes

I have no defences

 [bad word] to my senses

I can't stop this ache inside

I have no defences

 [bad word] to my senses