Victorious

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
Because 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
Because I think we can make this thing right