I'm flyin (flying)

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 a mends

i'm trippin

writhin' and squealing, pewkin'

looking for someone like you

and i'm holdin'

something more precious

than fine ore, baby

i'm holdin' you

(solos)

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

and i'm holdin'

somethin' more precious

than fine ore, baby

i'm holdin' you