Letra da Música: I'm Holding You - 12 Golden Country Greats

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