CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Behind the Sea - Live at Congress Theater, Chicago, IL, 2008
So anyway, the next song we're gonna play
Is a song by my friend Ryan Ross
Hm, if you know the words go ahead and help them out
It's called behind the sea and it goes like this
Hey, it sounds we're gonna film this one, I don't remember this
Let's see if we can get a little atmosphere around here
Just do like this with your hands, there you go
Make it look like the sea
More like Michigan!
But prettier
Yeah that looks good, alright
A daydrеam spills from my corked head
Breaks free of my woodеn neck
Left to nod over sleeping waves
Like bobbing bait 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 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 suns 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, (Hey!)
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, legs of wood waves
Waves of wooden legs (Yeah!)
Waves of wooden legs
Legs of wood waves
Waves of wooden legs
Waves of wooden legs
Legs of wood waves
Waves of wooden legs
Waves of wooden legs
Legs of wood waves
Waves of wooden legs
Waves of wooden legs
So close...
Thank you
And that was "Behind the Sea"
Is a song by my friend Ryan Ross
Hm, if you know the words go ahead and help them out
It's called behind the sea and it goes like this
Hey, it sounds we're gonna film this one, I don't remember this
Let's see if we can get a little atmosphere around here
Just do like this with your hands, there you go
Make it look like the sea
More like Michigan!
But prettier
Yeah that looks good, alright
A daydrеam spills from my corked head
Breaks free of my woodеn neck
Left to nod over sleeping waves
Like bobbing bait 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 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 suns 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, (Hey!)
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, legs of wood waves
Waves of wooden legs (Yeah!)
Waves of wooden legs
Legs of wood waves
Waves of wooden legs
Waves of wooden legs
Legs of wood waves
Waves of wooden legs
Waves of wooden legs
Legs of wood waves
Waves of wooden legs
Waves of wooden legs
So close...
Thank you
And that was "Behind the Sea"
