Hungry as a fire, waiting for the flicker
Waiting for the black hook, slow burn of love
Sitting in an armchair, lovers in a cold war
Brittle as a brick wall, oh...
But I want you with all of my might
'Cause I think we can make this thing right, baby
Give me your heart, the touch of your hand
The sound of your voice and I will be victorious
Hold on to me, like I hold on to you
Make it come true and I will be victorious
You were such a stranger, lying there beside me
Moving like a river, oh...
I was so afraid that I was gonna lose you
That I could never have you here in my arms
But I want you with all of my might
'Cause I think we can make this thing right
Give me your heart, the touch of your hand
The sound of your voice and I will be victorious
Hold on to me, like I hold on to you
Make it come true and I will be victorious
