Rob Mathes - Behind The Sea (Alternate Version) lyrics

[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:] 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