Behind The Sea (Alternate Version)
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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
Behind The Sea (Alternate Version)
This alternate recording of Panic! At The Disco's 'Behind The Sea' captures the band's signature blend of theatrical rock and pop sensibilities. Released as part of their extensive discography, the track exemplifies the group's ability to craft anthemic hooks while maintaining a distinct emotional core. The composition reflects the mid-2000s era of the band's work, characterized by dynamic shifts between melodic verses and soaring choruses that became hallmarks of their sound. As a standalone piece, it stands as a testament to the band's versatility in blending alternative rock with mainstream appeal, showcasing their skill in creating memorable musical moments that resonate with a wide audience.