Behind the Sea
Panic! At The Disco"Behind the Sea" is a song by Panic! At The Disco, released in 2008 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:56 long and contains 34 lines and 238 words.
Lyrics
0:10Oh our daydream spills from my gold head
0:14Breaks free of my wooden neck
0:18Left a nod over sleeping waves
0:22Like bobbing bait for bathing cod
0:26Floating flocks of candle swans
0:29Slowly drift across wax ponds
0:37The men all played along to marching drums
0:41And boy did they have fun behind the sea
0:48They sang (hey) so our matching legs are marching clocks
0:50And we're all too small to talk to god
1:00Yes we're all too smart to talk to god
1:07Oh toast the fine folks casting silver crumbs
1:12To us from the dock
1:15Jinxed things ringing as they leak
1:18Through tiny cracks in the boardwalk
1:23Scarecrow now it's time to hatch
1:26Sprouting sons and ageless daughters
1:31Don't you know don't you know
1:34That those watermelon smiles just can't ripen underwater
1:44Just can't ripen underwater
1:50The men all played along to marching drums
1:55And boy did they have fun behind the sea
1:58They sang (hey) so our matching legs are marching clocks
2:07And we're all too small to talk to god
2:13Yeah we're all too smart to talk to god
2:19Oh we're all too smart to talk to god
2:25Oh waves of wooden legs waves of wooden legs
2:30Waves of wooden legs
2:35Waves of wooden legs waves of wooden legs
2:40Waves of wooden legs
2:42Waves of wooden legs waves of wooden legs
2:48Waves of wooden legs
2:50Waves of wooden legs waves of wooden legs
2:56Waves of wooden legs
Oh 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 (hey) 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 Oh 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 Don't you know don't you know That 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 (hey) 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 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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