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