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Panic! At The Disco Lyrics

17. Behind The Sea

Alternate Version



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 sons and ageless daughters

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



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