Behind The Sea - Panic! at the Disco
Play the audio for '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"
Album Lyrics
- We're So Starving
- Nine In The Afternoon
- She's A Handsome Woman
- Do You Know What I'm Seeing?
- That Green Gentleman (Things Have Changed)
- I Have Friends In Holy Spaces
- Northern Downpour
- When The Day Met The Night
- Pas De Cheval
- The Piano Knows Something I Don't Know
- Behind The Sea
- Folkin' Around
- She Had The World
- From A Mountain In The Middle Of The Cabins
- Mad As Rabbits
