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 '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, 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 But I want you With all of my might 'Cause I think we can make This thing right, yeah 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 Oh victorious I want you to make this thing right I want you to make it right And I will be victorious Like I hold on, like I hold on to you And I will be victorious