Behind the Sea (Alternate Version) Panic! at the Disco

[Verse 1]
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]
The men all played along to marching drums
And boy did they have fun, behind the sea
They sang, 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]
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
Those watermelon smiles just can't ripen underwater, just can't ripen underwater

[Chorus]
The men all played along to marching drums
And boy did they have fun, behind the sea
They sang, 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, oh we're all too smart to talk to God