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.