Behind The Sea - Panic at the disco

[Verse]
D Dsus2 D Dsus2
Our daydream spills from my gold head
Bm
Breaks free of my wooden neck
G Gm
Left a nod over sleeping waves
D Dsus2 D Dsus2
Like bobbing bait for bathing cod
Bm
Floating flocks of candle swans
G Gm
Slowly drift across wax ponds

[Chorus]
D Bm F#m Bm
The men all played along to marching drums
F#m Bm A
And boy did they have fun behind the sea
D Bm F#m Bm
They sang, “so our matching legs are marching clocks
F#m Bm A
And we’re all too small to talk to god
D Bm A
Yes, we’re all too smart to talk to god”

[Verse]
D Dsus2 D Dsus2
Toast the fine folks casting silver crumbs
Bm
To us from the dock.
G Gm
Jinxed things ringing as they leak
D Dsus2 D Dsus2
Through tiny cracks in the boardwalk.
Bm
Scarecrow now it’s time to hatch
G Gm (stop) D
Sprouting sons and ageless daughters.

[Middle 8]
D C Am7
Those watermelon smiles just can’t ripen underwater
Just can’t ripen underwater

[Chorus]
D Bm F#m Bm
The men all played along to marching drums
F#m Bm A
And boy did they have fun behind the sea
D Bm F#m Bm
They sang, “so our matching legs are marching clocks
F#m Bm A
And we’re all too small to talk to god
D Bm A
Yes, we’re all too smart to talk to god”
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