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