Verse: Db Dbsus2 Db Dbsus2 Our daydream spills from my gold head Bbm Breaks free of my wooden neck Gb Gbm Left a nod over sleeping waves Db Dbsus2 Db Dbsus2 Like bobbing bait for bathing cod Bbm Floating flocks of candle swans Gb Gbm Slowly drift across wax ponds Chorus: Db Bbm Fm Bbm The men all played along to marching drums Fm Bbm Ab And boy did they have fun behind the sea Db Bbm Fm Bbm They sang, “so our matching legs are marching clocks Fm Bbm Ab And we’re all too small to talk to god Db Bbm Ab Yes, we’re all too smart to talk to god" Verse: Db Dbsus2 Db Dbsus2 Toast the fine folks casting silver crumbs Bbm To us from the dock. Gb Gbm Jinxed things ringing as they leak Db Dbsus2 Db Dbsus2 Through tiny cracks in the boardwalk. Bbm Scarecrow now it’s time to hatch Gb Gbm -stop- Db Sprouting sons and ageless daughters. Bridge: Db B Abm7 Those watermelon smiles just can’t ripen underwater Just can’t ripen underwater Chorus: Db Bbm Fm Bbm The men all played along to marching drums Fm Bbm Ab And boy did they have fun behind the sea Db Bbm Fm Bbm They sang, “so our matching legs are marching clocks Fm Bbm Ab And we’re all too small to talk to god Db Bbm Ab Yes, we’re all too smart to talk to god"
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