Verse: Gb Gbsus2 Gb Gbsus2 Our daydream spills from my gold head Ebm Breaks free of my wooden neck B Bm Left a nod over sleeping waves Gb Gbsus2 Gb Gbsus2 Like bobbing bait for bathing cod Ebm Floating flocks of candle swans B Bm Slowly drift across wax ponds Chorus: Gb Ebm Bbm Ebm The men all played along to marching drums Bbm Ebm Db And boy did they have fun behind the sea Gb Ebm Bbm Ebm They sang, “so our matching legs are marching clocks Bbm Ebm Db And we’re all too small to talk to god Gb Ebm Db Yes, we’re all too smart to talk to god" Verse: Gb Gbsus2 Gb Gbsus2 Toast the fine folks casting silver crumbs Ebm To us from the dock. B Bm Jinxed things ringing as they leak Gb Gbsus2 Gb Gbsus2 Through tiny cracks in the boardwalk. Ebm Scarecrow now it’s time to hatch B Bm -stop- Gb Sprouting sons and ageless daughters. Bridge: Gb E Dbm7 Those watermelon smiles just can’t ripen underwater Just can’t ripen underwater Chorus: Gb Ebm Bbm Ebm The men all played along to marching drums Bbm Ebm Db And boy did they have fun behind the sea Gb Ebm Bbm Ebm They sang, “so our matching legs are marching clocks Bbm Ebm Db And we’re all too small to talk to god Gb Ebm Db Yes, we’re all too smart to talk to god"
