[Verse 1: Ryan Ross]
A daydream spills from my corked head
Breaks free of my wooden neck
Left to nod over sleeping waves
Like bobbing bait for bathing cod
Floating flocks of candled swans
Slowly drift across wax ponds
[Chorus: Ryan Ross & Brendon Urie]
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
[Verse 2: Ryan Ross]
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
[Pre-Chorus: Brendon Urie, Brendon Urie & Ryan Ross]
Don't you know, don't you know
That those watermelon smiles
Just can't ripen underwater?
Just can't ripen underwater?
A daydream spills from my corked head
Breaks free of my wooden neck
Left to nod over sleeping waves
Like bobbing bait for bathing cod
Floating flocks of candled swans
Slowly drift across wax ponds
[Chorus: Ryan Ross & Brendon Urie]
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
[Verse 2: Ryan Ross]
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
[Pre-Chorus: Brendon Urie, Brendon Urie & Ryan Ross]
Don't you know, don't you know
That those watermelon smiles
Just can't ripen underwater?
Just can't ripen underwater?
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