Behind The Sea (alternate Version) Lyrics - Panic! At The Disco

A daydream spills from my corked head 

Breaks free of my wooden neck 

Left to 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" 

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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 

That those watermelon smiles 

Just can't ripen underwater 

Just can't ripen underwater 

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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"