Panic! At the Disco - Behind the sea

^DA daydream spills from my corked head Breaks free of my ^Emwooden neck ^GLeft a nod over sleeping waves ^DLike bobbing bait for bathing cod Floating flocks of ^Emcandled swans ^GSlowly drift across wax ponds

^DThe men all ^Emplayed along To m^Garching drums And boy did ^Dthey have fun ^EmBehind the ^Asea They sang ^D So our ^Emmatching legs Are m^Garching clocks ^DAnd we're all too^Em small ^ATo talk to God ^DYes, we're all to^Emo smart ^ATo talk to God

^DToast the fine folks casting silver crumbs To us f^Emrom the dock ^GJinxed things ringing as they leak ^DThrough tiny cracks in the boardwalk Scarecrow, now it's^Em time to hatch ^GSprouting sons and ageless daughters

^DThat those watermelon ^Csmiles just can't ripen ^Amunderwater ^CJust can't ripen ^Amunderwater

^DThe men all ^Emplayed along To m^Garching drums And boy did ^Dthey have fun ^EmBehind the ^Asea They sang ^D So our ^Emmatching legs Are m^Garching clocks ^DAnd we're all too^Em small ^ATo talk to God ^DYes, we're all to^Emo smart ^ATo talk to God