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Quote from the songwriter:
I wrote "Chemistry"'after reading Mary Shelley's Frankenstein for the first time after many years. I had read it as a high school student, but wasn't terribly affected by it, other than feeling a little skittish in the dark. When I read it again, I was nursing a heartache from a failed relationship which I had finally walked away from after many tries to make it "go."It was very difficult to give up on as we always seemed an inch away from making it, and we were sure we had all the right ingredients to make it work. Still, there seemed to be an element lacking- something magical, something electric - that was necessary to fuse all those ingredients and to give them life. In the end, we found that messing with chemistry and trying to bend nature's will can often have disastrous and tragic results, just as they do in Shelley's novel.
Lyrics to the song:
I had everything but that one thing
That would make him come to life
So I went searching in the corner of his eyes
I can make a man or a monster
If the chemistry’s not right
So I go creeping around these corners
Thinking it’s right around that bend
But all these bends make a circle
And nature won’t let those end
Maybe if I tried a little harder
You might want me again
Of all the stories I tell myself
Please let this one be true
Of all the stories I tell myself
Please let this one be true
It’s got to be hiding in here somewhere
Maybe in the curve of your spine
God knows I’ve traveled that distance a thousand times
Maybe if I run into your heart she might tell me why
Of all the stories I tell myself
Please let this one be true
Of all the stories I tell myself
Please let this one be true
I swear I saw it
There was something in your eyes
So I’ve been waiting on you
Waiting on you
Your heart is on the table
My hands are in the sky
And I’ve been waiting on a storm
Cuz I had everything but that one thing that
Would make him come to life
So I went searching in the corner of his eyes
I can make a man or a monster if the chemistry’s not right
It’s not right
Of all the stories I tell myself
Please let this one be true
© Edie Carey, Evan Brubaker
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