I`M HOLDING YOU
E B7
I`m flying {flying} in a frame of my mind that time cannot erase
B7 E
I`m seein` {seeing} the future , the past, as I lay the present to
waste
E E7 A
I`m scopin` {scoping} all these feelings I have and hoping for them to
come true
B7 E
And I`m holding something more precious than fine ore -- baby, I`m
holding you
E B7
I`m breathing {breathing} the fumes of the grid that rid my lobe of
oxygen
B7 E
I`m climbin {climbing} the walls to where good and evil make amends
E E7 A
I`m trippin`, {tripping} writhin` and squealin`, pukin` , lookin` for
someone like you
B7 E
And I`m holding something more precious than fine ore -- baby, I`m
holding you
{JAM}
E B7
I`m flying {flying} in a frame of my mind that time cannot erase
B7 E
I`m seein` {seeing} the future , the past, as I lay the present to
waste
E E7 A
I`m scopin` {scoping} all these feelings I have and hoping for them to
come true
B7 E
And I`m holding something more precious than fine ore -- baby, I`m
holding you
B7 E
And I`m holding something more precious than fine ore -- baby, I`m
holding you