Panic! At the Disco - Behind The Sea

capo 7th

D
a daydream spills from my corked head
Em
breaks free of my wooden neck
G
left a nod over sleeping waves
D
like bobbing bait for bathing cod
Em
floating flocks of candled swans
G
slowly drift across wax ponds

D Em
the men all played along
G
to marching drums
D
and boy did they have fun
Em A
behind the sea
D
they sang
Em
so our matching legs
G
are marching clocks
D Em
and we’re all too small
A
to talk to god
D Em
yes , we’re all too smart
A
to talk to god

verse :
D
toast the fine folks casting silver crumbs
Em
to us from the dock
G
jinxed things ringing as they leak
D
through tiny cracks in the boardwalk
Em
scarecrow , now it’s time to hatch
G
sprouting sons and ageless daughters

D C Am
that those watermelon smiles just can’t ripen underwater
C Am
just can’t ripen underwater

D Em
the men all played along
G
to marching drums
D
and boy did they have fun
Em A
behind the sea
D
they sang
Em
so our matching legs
G
are marching clocks
D Em
and we’re all too small
A
to talk to god
D Em
yes , we’re all too smart
A
to talk to god