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Panic At the Disco ![]() (Mouseover for the latest Billie Joe Armstrong Videos and News) Panic At the Disco Lyrics 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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