Behind The Sea (Album Version)

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 (hey!)
So our matching legs
Are marching clocks
And were all too small
To talk to God
Yes, were 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 its time to hatch
Sprouting suns and ageless daughters

Dont you know
Dont you know
That those watermelon smiles
Just cant ripen underwater

Just cant ripen underwater

The men all played along
To marching drums
And boy did they have fun
Behind the sea
They sang (hey!)
So our matching legs
Are marching clocks
And were all too small
To talk to God
Yeah, were all too smart
To talk to God
Oh, were 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

Oooooh