Panic! At the Disco ☆ Behind The Sea

A daydream spills
from my corked head
Breaks free of my wooden neck
Left a nod over sleeping waves
Like bobbing bait for bathing cod
Floating flocks of candled swans
Slowly drift across wax ponds
The men all played along
To marching drums
And boy did they have fun
Behind the sea
They sang
So our matching legs
Are marching clocks
And we’re all too small
To talk to God
Yes we’re all too smart
To talk to God
Toast the fine folks
casting silver crumbs
To us from the dock
Jinxed things ringing
as they leak
Through tiny
cracks in the boardwalk
Scarecrow now it’s time to hatch
Sprouting suns and ageless daughters
Don’t you know
Don’t you know
That those watermelon smiles
Just can’t ripen underwater
Just can’t ripen underwater
The men all played along
To marching drums
And boy did they have fun
Behind the sea
They sang
So our matching legs
Are marching clocks
And we’re all too small
To talk to God
Yeah we’re all too smart
To talk to God
Oh we’re all too smart
To talk to God
Ooooh
Legs of wood waves
waves of wooden legs
Waves of wooden legs
Legs of wood waves
waves of wooden legs
Waves of wooden legs
Legs of wood waves
waves of wooden legs
Waves of wooden legs
Legs of wood waves
waves of wooden legs
Waves of wooden legs

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