Finger Eleven - Slow Chemical

The wonder of the world is gone and old for sure
All the wonder that I would have found in her
As a hole becomes another strike to burn
An old flame returns

Every intuition fails to find it's way
One more table turned around I'm back again
Finding I'm a lost and 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 of your soul)
When everybody wants you (the chemical of your soul)

Slow and
Everybody wants you
So slow and
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