[00:00.000] 作词 : Brendon Urie/Jon Walker/Ryan Ross/Spencer Smith
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Brendon Urie/Jon Walker/Ryan Ross/Spencer Smith
[00:06.398] Our daydream spills from my gold head
[00:10.507] Breaks free of my wooden neck
[00:14.643] Left a nod over sleeping waves
[00:18.361] Like bobbing bait for bathing cod
[00:22.463] Floating flocks of candle swans
[00:26.961] Slowly drift across wax ponds
[00:33.657] The men all played along to marching drums
[00:37.803] And boy did they have fun behind the sea
[00:44.206] They sang, 'So our matching legs are marching clocks
[00:49.877] And we’re all too small to talk to God
[00:56.186] Yes, we’re all too smart to talk to God'
[01:03.901] Toast the fine folks casting silver crumbs
[01:08.202] To us from the dock
[01:12.029] Jinxed things ringing as they leak
[01:15.366] Through tiny cracks in the boardwalk
[01:19.346] Scarecrow now it’s time to hatch
[01:23.896] Sprouting sons and ageless daughters
[01:32.705] That those watermelon smiles just can’t ripen underwater
[01:40.981] Just can’t ripen underwater
[01:47.136] The men all played along to marching drums
[01:51.615] And boy did they have fun behind the sea
[01:57.740] They sang, 'So our matching legs are marching clocks
[02:03.584] And we’re all too small to talk to God
[02:09.735] Yeah, we’re all too smart to talk to God
[02:15.770] Oh, we’re all too smart to talk to God'

作词 : Brendon Urie/Jon Walker/Ryan Ross/Spencer Smith
作曲 : Brendon Urie/Jon Walker/Ryan Ross/Spencer Smith
Our daydream spills from my gold head
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
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'