E B7
I`m flying in a frame of my mind that time cannot erase
B7 E
I`m seein` the future , the past, as I lay the present to
waste
E E7 A
I`m scopin` 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 the fumes of the grid that rid my lobe of
oxygen
B7 E
I`m climbin the walls to where good and evil make amends
E E7 A
I`m trippin`, 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
E B7
I`m flying in a frame of my mind that time cannot erase
B7 E
I`m seein` the future , the past, as I lay the present to
waste
E E7 A
I`m scopin` 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
