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.