Panic! At The Disco - Behind The Sea Lyrics

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Our daydream spills from my gold head

Breaks free of my wooden neck

Left a nod over sleeping waves

Like bobbing bait for bathing cod

Floating flocks of candle 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 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 sons and ageless daughters

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Don't you know don't 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 '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'

Oh waves of wooden legs waves of wooden legs

Waves of wooden legs

Waves of wooden legs waves of wooden legs

Waves of wooden legs

Waves of wooden legs waves of wooden legs

Waves of wooden legs

Waves of wooden legs waves of wooden legs

Waves of wooden legs

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