Gretchen's Theme Songtext
von Simon Waskow

I lived where soft bottles feed veins
Where they force the stream
A place where the gods know what I know
They can dance on the carpets and lay down their shoes
Long do they covet and sway till they bruise
Boy, we had it
Boy, we had it
We had it, boy
Fiction all over me, baby
Illusion
We had it, boy
They can dance on the carpets and lay down their shoes
We fall for their likeness and year for their youth
Boy, we had it
We had it, boy
Fiction all over me, baby


Illusion
We had it, boy
Fiction all over me, baby
Illusion
We had it, boy
Fiction all over me, baby
Illusion
We had it, boy
We had it, boy (I lived where soft bottles feed veins)
(Where they force the stream)
Fiction all over me, baby (A place where the gods know what I know)
Illusion
We had it, boy (I lived where soft bottles feed veins)
(Where they force the stream)
Fiction all over me, baby (A place where the gods know what I know)
Illusion