Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Trinkets Pale of Moon , by - The Mars Volta. Song from the album Noctourniquet, in the genre АльтернативаRelease date: 22.03.2012
Record label: Warner
Song language: English
Trinkets Pale of Moon |
| By the landfill I rest |
| I burn their clothing before I dig into the ground |
| I am Janus-faced denial with vines |
| you’re gonna wish you hadn’t run |
| Clarity is calling me |
| I hear the hums of tiny beating drums |
| I feigned umbrage at my bruising fist |
| you’re gonna wish you hadn’t run |
| And with these trinkets pale of moon |
| senescent charms become a bludgeon of wrinkles |
| when I nurse your tired heart |
| For every time you hear the strain |
| of lullabies collapsing |
| walk towards the echo and let it hold you trembling |
| Their gourds are punctured easily |
| amnesia fumes in little twists of silk |
| induce this multistrobe with melody |
| you’re gonna wish you hadn’t run |
| I sing here at the seedy urn |
| my father taught me when I was young |
| you wear the tattered fringe of hangnail regalia |
| you’re gonna wish you hadn’t run |
| And with these trinkets pale of moon |
| senescent charms become a bludgeon of wrinkles |
| when I nurse your tired heart |
| For every time you hear the strain |
| of lullabies collapsing |
| walk towards the echo and let it hold you trembling |