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 Get 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 (the chemical of) your soul When everybody wants (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 You could be the chemical