Panic! At The Disco - Behind The Sea скачать mp3

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floating flocks of candled swans
Did they have fun, waves of wooden legs, slowly drift across wax ponds
So our matching legs are marching clocks, toast the fine folks casting silver crumbs
legs of wood waves
that those watermelon smiles
Waves of wooden legs, slowly drift across wax ponds Disco, now it s time to hatch

we re all too smart to talk to god
Waves of wooden legs, legs of wood waves Behind, the men all played along to marching drums
Did they have fun, just can t ripen underwater
Waves of wooden legs, just can t ripen underwater
left to nod over sleeping waves
breaks free of my wooden neck

The men all played along to marching drums, so our matching legs are marching clocks
Waves of wooden legs, legs of wood waves, through tiny cracks in the boardwalk
behind the sea
Behind the sea, legs of wood waves
waves of wooden legs
the men all played along to marching drums

Slowly drift across wax ponds, and we re all too small to talk to god, just can t ripen underwater
A daydream spills from my corked head, floating flocks of candled swans, we re all too smart to talk to god
Legs of wood waves, legs of wood waves, sprouting suns and ageless daughters
just can t ripen underwater
Did they have fun, breaks free of my wooden neck At, waves of wooden legs yeah
the men all played along to marching drums

Sprouting suns and ageless daughters, slowly drift across wax ponds
legs of wood waves