Victorious - Chicago

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