| Song | I'm Holding You |
| Artist | Ween |
| Album | Live in Toronto Canada |
| 作词 : Ween | |
| 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' looking 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 | |
| And I'm holdin', something more precious than fine ore, baby | |
| I'm holdin' you |
| zuò cí : Ween | |
| 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' looking 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 | |
| And I' m holdin', something more precious than fine ore, baby | |
| I' m holdin' you |