Tekster: Finger Eleven. Slow Chemical.

The wonder of the world is gone, I know for sure
All the wonder that I want I've found in her
As the hole becomes apart I strike to burn
And no flame returns

Every intuition fails to find its way
One more table turned around and back again
Finding I'm more lost than found when she's not around
When she's not around, I feel it coming down

Give me what I could never ask for
Connect me and you could be my chemical now
Give me the drug you know I'm after
Connect me and you could be my chemical

When everybody wants you
(The chemical goes slow)
When everybody wants you
(My chemical goes so slow, slow)
When everybody wants you
(Slow, slow)
When everybody wants your soul

Give me what I could never ask for
Connect me and you could be my chemical now
Give me the drug you know I'm after
Connect me and you could be the chemical

You could be the chemical
You could be the chemical
You could be the chemical
You could be the chemical