I`M HOLDING YOU 
 
     E									B7 
I`m flying {flying} in a frame of my mind that time cannot erase 
	B7								E 
I`m seein` {seeing} the future , the past, as I lay the present to  
waste 
	E						E7				A 
I`m scopin` {scoping} 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 {breathing} the fumes of the grid that rid my lobe of  
oxygen 
	B7									E 
I`m climbin {climbing} the walls to where good and evil make amends 
	E						E7					A 
I`m trippin`, {tripping} 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 
 
 
{JAM}  
 
 
    E									B7
I`m flying {flying} in a frame of my mind that time cannot erase 
	B7								E 
I`m seein` {seeing} the future , the past, as I lay the present to  
waste 
	E						E7				A 
I`m scopin` {scoping} 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