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