I’m Holding You

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 hopin'
For them to come true
And I'm holdin' something more
Precious than fine ore
Baby, I'm holdin' you

I'm breathin' (breathin')
The fumes of the grid that
Rid my lobe of oxygen
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 holdin' something more
Precious than fine ore
Baby, I'm holdin' you

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 hopin'
For them to come true
And I'm holdin' something more
Precious than fine ore
Baby, I'm holdin' you