Behind the Sea ; Panic at the Disco. (Lyrics) Video

Whothepinkchill
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I made this slideshow today, mostly because I'm in love with this song and Panic at the Disco is my favorite band.
Alright, It's my first one ever, so don't laught, please. It takes a lot of time, but I'm proud of it. =]
You should bought their cd, eh eh. In store March 25.
* Now that I have Pretty. Odd. I'll change the lyrics soon, but for now, I'm writting you down the correct lyrics just here.
A daydream spills from my corked head,
Breaks free of my wooden neck,
Left to nod over sleeping waves,
Like bobbing baith for bathing cod.
Floating flocks of candled 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, ( hey )
So our matching leg 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,
Throught tiny cracks in the boardwalk.
Scarecrow now It's time to hatch,
Sprouting suns of ageless daughters.
( Brendon singing )
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, ( hey )
So our matching leg are marching clocks,
And we're all too small, to to talk to god.
Yeah, we're all too smart, to talk to god.
Oh, we're all too smart, to talk to god.
Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs.
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