I'm Holding You

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