Behind the Sea [Live]

Oh, waves of wooden legs, waves of wooden legs

The men all played along to marching drums

Waves of wooden legs
They sang, 'So our matching legs are marching clocks
Sprouting sons and ageless daughters

They sang, 'So our matching legs are marching clocks
Waves of wooden legs, waves of wooden legs
To us from the dock
Scarecrow now it’s time to hatch
And boy did they have fun behind the sea
Toast the fine folks casting silver crumbs
And we’re all too small to talk to God

Oh, we’re all too smart to talk to God'
Waves of wooden legs, waves of wooden legs

Like bobbing bait for bathing cod
The men all played along to marching drums
And boy did they have fun behind the sea
Don't you know, don't you know
That those watermelon smiles just can’t ripen underwater
Waves of wooden legs
Yes, we’re all too smart to talk to God'
And we’re all too small to talk to God
Waves of wooden legs, waves of wooden legs
Left a nod over sleeping waves
Slowly drift across wax ponds
Through tiny cracks in the boardwalk
Yeah, we’re all too smart to talk to God
Floating flocks of candle swans
Waves of wooden legs
Just can’t ripen underwater
Jinxed things ringing as they leak