Victorious — текст песни (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.



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.