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Track: Behind the Sea - Alternate Version
Artist: Panic! At The Disco
Album: Live in Chicago

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Name: Panic! At The Disco
Spotify Genres: emo
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American rock band from Las Vegas, Nevada. US Formed in 2004-2023, 2025. [b]Members:[/b] Brendon Urie - Vocals/Guitar/Keys/Bass/Drums (2004-2023, 2025) Brent Wilson - Bass (2004-2006) Ryan Ross - Vocals/Keys/Guitar (2004-2009) Spencer Smith - Drums/Backing Vocals (2004-2015) Jon Walker - Bass/Keys/Guitar/Backing Vocals (2006-2009) Dallon Weekes - Vocals/Guitars/Keys (2010-2017) [b]Touring Members:[/b] Dan Pawlovich – Drums/Percussion/Backing Vocals (2013-2023) Chris Bautista – Trumpet (2016–2023) Erm Navarro – Trombone (2016–2023) Jesse Molloy – Saxophone (2016–2023) Nicole Row – Bass/Backing Vocals (2018–2023) Mike Naran – Guitar/Backing Vocals (2018–2023) Kiara Ana Perico – Viola (2018–2023) Leah Metzler – Cello (2018–2023) Michelle Shin – Violin (2022-2023) Jake Sinclair – guitar, backing vocals (2022-2023) Mike Viola – guitar, backing vocals (2022-2023) Rachel White – guitar, backing vocals (2022-2023) Bartram Nason – Cello/Keys/Percussion (2006–2008) Eric Ronick – Keys/Percussion/Backing Vocals (2006–2008) Ian Crawford – Guitar/Percussion/Backing Vocals (2009–2012) Kenneth Aaron Harris - Guitars/Backing Vocals (2013-2018) Desiree Hazley – Violin (2018–2019)

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LYRICS

A daydream spills from my corked head
Breaks free of my wooden neck
Left a 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
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

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