THE DISOLVED

Mosaique

THE DISOLVED

Mosaique

Do You Love Me StillI have thought that you have come back lately to take my soul away from mecause when i see youyou rip my heart outbut all the same you’re not to blamebaby baby i love you still

but i need your heart beating next to my heart in love I ami need your heart beating next to my heartin love I am

do you remember how i met you childi was down and i fell for you completelywhen i wanted your heart andyou didn’t want me now you didbut now you did

i need your heart beating next to my heartin love i ami need your heart dancing next to my heartin love i am

baby do you love me stillcause i miss youi miss you’babyi miss you

Lover UndercoverI don’t need anything more than I gotI’ll make it simple when others may not

Whenever you need some companySome love of a different kindCome to your lover, undercoverAnd let me ease your mind

Whenever your heart beats heavyAnd worry has got you downCome to your lover, undercoverAnd I will turn your mood around

Why you wanna leaveWhen it’s so easy just to stay?Lying wrapped up in my armsUntil the break of dayUndercover

Why you wanna leaveWhen it’s so easy just to stay?Lying wrapped up in my armsUntil the break of daySo

Whenever you need a soft touchKnow my demands are smallMake me a lover, undercoverOr don’t ever love me at all

Wish you where hereSo, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, blue skies from pain.Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?A smile from a veil?Do you think you can tell?And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?Hot ashes for trees?Hot air for a cool breeze?Cold comfort for change?And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?How I wish, how I wish you were here.We’re just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,Running over the same old ground.What have you found? The same old fears.Wish you were here.

How soon is nowI am the sonand the heirof a shyness that is criminally vulgarI am the son and heirof nothing in particular

You shut youvr mouthhow can you sayI go about things the wrong wayI am human and I need to be lovedjust like everybody else does

I am the sonand the heirof a shyness that is criminally vulgarI am the son and the heirof nothing in particular

You shut your mouthhow can you sayI go about things the wrong wayI am human and I need to be lovedjust like everybody else does

There’s a club if you’d like to goyou could meet somebody who really loves youso you go, and you stand on your ownand you leave on your ownand you go home, and you cry

and you want to die When you say it’s gonna happen “now”well, when exactly do you mean?see I’ve already waited too longand all my hope is gone

You shut your mouthhow can you sayI go about things the wrong wayI am human and I need to be lovedjust like everybody else does

The Boho DanceDown in the cellar in the Boho zoneI went looking for some sweet inspiration, oh well Just another hard-time bandWith Negro affectationsI was a hopeful in rooms like thisWhen I was working cheapIt’s an old romance-the Boho danceIt hasn’t gone to sleep

But even on the scuffleThe cleaner’s press was in my jeansAnd any eye for detailCaught a little lace along the seamsAnd you were in the parking lotSubterranean by your own design

The virtue of your style inscribedOn your contempt for mineJesus was a beggar, he was rich in graceAnd Solomon kept his head in all his gloryIt’s just that some steps outside the Boho dance have a fascination for me

A camera pans the cocktail hourBehind a blind of potted palmsAnd finds a lady in a Paris dressWith runs in her nylons

You read those books where luxuryComes as a guest to take a slaveBooks where artists in noble povertyGo like virgins to the graveDon’t you get sensitive on me‘Cause I know you’re just too proudYou couldn’t step outside the Boho dance now even if good fortune allowed

Like a priest with a pornographic watchLooking and longing on the slySure it’s stricken from your uniformBut you can’t get it out of your eyes Nothing is capsulized in meOn either side of townThe streets were never really mineNot mine these glamour gowns

InfectedI’ve got too much energy to switch off my mind, but not enough to get myself organized.My heart is heavy--my head is confused,And my aching little soul--has started burning blue!

I can’t give you up, till I’ve got more than enough. So infect me with your love--Nurse me into sickness. Nurse me back to health. Endow me with the gifts--of the man made world.

When desire becomes an illness instead of a joy, And guilt a necessity that’s gotta be destroyed.

Take me by the hands and walk me to the end of the pier.Run your fingers through my hair, and tell me what I wanna hear--Will lies become truths in this face of fading youth from my scrotum to your womb, --your cradle to my tomb.

Nurse me into sickness, nurse me back to health and tell me what it is that I want in this world!!

The Death Of All RomanceI have never cried in anybody’s armsThe way that I have often cried in yours Please be the one to take my tears awayI was 22, I’ve had my share of viewsI just can’t steal that “happiness” from youBut I’ll be the one to take your tears away

I can’t believe the things you saytell me, tell metell me the lies

Fasting love will lead us all to nowhereWhen, when will we learnI shall avenge the death of all the romanceUntil, until I’m gone

I can’t believe the things you saytell me, tell metell me the liesI can’t believe the things you saytell me, tell metell me the liesI can’t believe the things you saytell me, tell metell me the liestell me the liestell me the liestell me, tell me the lies

Hollywood Bedtime Storyit’s so very sad that i prefer to sleep in a hollywood bed and it’s so very sad that i prefer a love so miserably livewell what did you want?would you rather this in a different form?i don’t know

i’m happy to say that i am forever changing my waysfor there is nothing left to spillexcept the demi for that bottle of pills

well what did you want?would you rather this in a different form?oh, no no

is this the end?has our time come and gone?it’s like every book we readand every pill we sold

this is how our world must fall apartthe sorry kiss to mend our broken heartsclaiming there’s no point in its pretensestill elected by go how it endshow will it end?how will it end?how will it end?is this the end?

The band would like to thank: Everyone at FONY Records, Debbie Sweeny, Lars Richter, Jan Paaske, Lisa Bagge, Dara Burn, Finn Burn, Steve Smith, Denis Hop-kins, Bent Ott, Sindy Sue, Matt Jonsen, Al-lan Massen, Heide la Place, Ronny Styles, Phil Ellis, and our Fans out there!