Panic! At the Disco Lyrics!

An amazing contemplation of songs by one of the best bands ever: PANIC! AT THE DISCO!

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12. 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 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
 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

 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

 "So close"

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