Текст песни Chicago - Victorious
Chicago - Victorious слова песни
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 voiceAnd 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 thatI was gonna lose you,That I could never have youHere 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 voiceAnd I will be victorious.Hold on to me,Like I hold on to you.Make it come true,And I will be victorious.