Tom: E
Introdução:
E B7
I'm flyin' (flyin') in a frame of my mind that time cannot e - rase
E
I'm seein' (seein') the future the past as I lay the present to waste
I'm scopin' (scopin') all these feelings I have
E7 A
And hoping for them to come true
B7 E
And I'm holding something more precious than fine ore baby I'm holding you
verse 2
E B7
I'm breathin' (breathin') the fumes of the grid that rid my lobe of oxy - gen
E
I'm climbin' (climbin') the walls to where good and evil make amends
I'm trippin', (trippin') writhin' and squealin'
E7 A
Pukin', lookin' for someone like you
B7 E
And I'm holding something more precious than fine ore baby I'm holding you
Solo:verse chords
E B7
I'm flyin' (flyin') in a frame of my mind that time cannot erase
E
I'm seein' (seein') the future the past as I lay the present to waste
I'm scopin' (scopin') all these feelings I have
E7 A
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