Poinsettia Songtext

Do you need to seperate this conglomerate of mismatched fates
Before you grow old?
Do you need to lay to waste the sweet escape of touch and taste
And grow into the mold?
When you can be resting here
Where dreams are explored frontiers
And the songs are all sung through tears
Where "I love you" is all you can hear
Do you need to brush away the sound it made when you forgot my name?
Is that what you need?