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