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 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 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

Sing with the song of Panic! At The Disco, Behind The Sea lyrics!

Through tiny cracks in the boardwalk.
Scarecrow now it?s time to hatch
Sprouting sons and ageless daughters.

Don't you know
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"

Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs.

panic! at the disco

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Albums / OSTs:
a fever you can't sweat out
snakes on a plane

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