Behind the Sea (Live at Congress Theater, Chicago, IL, 2008) (Live in Chicago)

Behind the Sea (Live in Chicago) - Panic! At The Disco

Written by：Ross George Ryan/Walker Jonathan Jacob/Urie Brendon Boyd/Smith Spencer James

A daydream spills from my gold head

Breaks free of my wooden neck

Left a nod over sleeping waves

Like bobbing bait for bathing cod

Floating flocks of candle swans

Slowly drift across wax ponds

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

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 sons and ageless daughters

Don't you know don't you know

That those watermelon smiles just can't ripen underwater

Just can't ripen underwater

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

Yeah we're all too smart to talk to god

Oh we're all too smart to talk to god

Oh waves of wooden legs waves of wooden legs

Waves of wooden legs

Waves of wooden legs waves of wooden legs

Waves of wooden legs

Waves of wooden legs waves of wooden legs

Waves of wooden legs

Waves of wooden legs waves of wooden legs

Waves of wooden legs