Letra da Música Behind The Sea de Panic! At The Disco

A 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

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 suns and ageless daughters

Don't you know
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 (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

Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs
Waves of wooden legs (X4)