Behind The Sea

A

Our daydream spills from my gold 
head
                  F#m
Breaks free of my wooden neck
F                        A
Left a nod over sleeping waves
Like bobbing bait for bathing cod
                    F#m
Floating flocks of candle swans
F
Slowly drift across wax ponds
A           F#m             C#m
The men all played along to marching
 drums
 F#m          C#m        A       
And boy did they have fun behind 
     E
the sea
         A        F#m              
They sang, "so our matching legs 
C#m
are marching clocks
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F#m       C#m          A        
And we’re all too small to talk to 
E
god
           A            F#m       
Yes, we’re all too smart to talk 
  E
to god"

A
Toast the fine folks casting silver 
crumbs
      F#m
To us from the dock.
F                              A
Jinxed things ringing as they leak
Through tiny cracks in the 
boardwalk.
                   F#m
Scarecrow now it’s time to hatch
F                        
Sprouting sons and ageless 
       A
daughters.
           G            Bm        
Those watermelon smiles just can’t
    F#m     E
 ripen underwater
Bm           F#m       E
Just can’t ripen underwater

A           F#m             C#m
The men all played along to marching
 drums
 F#m          C#m        A       
And boy did they have fun behind 
     E
the sea
         A        F#m              
They sang, "so our matching legs 
C#m
are marching clocks
F#m       C#m          A        
And we’re all too small to talk to 
E
god
           A            F#m       
Yes, we’re all too smart to talk 
  E
to god
           A            F#m       
Yes, we’re all too smart to talk 
  E
to god"