Chicago Lyrics - 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 

'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