Letra de Trinkets Pale Of Moon - The Mars Volta

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

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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