Behind The Sea Chords

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***Panic! At The Disco***
******Behind The Sea*****
**Nine In The Afternoon**
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This is a song that's going to be on Panic! At The Disco's upcoming album "Nine In The
Since this is a pre-release it's called an alternative version and may not be correct
listening to the album version, especially not in terms of arrangement. However, it is 
to the alternative version released together with "Do You Know What I'm Seeing".

The finger picking isn't very hard to figure out if you listen to the song.

Standard Tuning
Capo 7th

Chords:

D      xx0232
Dsus2  xx0230
Bm     x24432
G      320033
Gm     355333
F#m    244222
A      x02220
C      x32010
Am7    x02010

[Verse]
D            Dsus2           D         Dsus2
Our daydream spills from my gold head
                   Bm
Breaks free of my wooden neck
G               Gm
Left a nod over sleeping waves
D            Dsus2          D       Dsus2
Like bobbing bait for bathing cod
                   Bm
Floating flocks of candle swans
G              Gm
Slowly drift across wax ponds

[Chorus]
D            Bm             F#m             Bm
 The men all played along to marching drums
            F#m          Bm          A
And boy did they have fun behind the sea
          D        Bm                F#m             Bm
They sang, “so our matching legs are marching clocks
          F#m          Bm          A
And we’re all too small to talk to god
           D            Bm          A
Yes, we’re all too smart to talk to god"

[Verse]
D         Dsus2              D              Dsus2
Toast the fine folks casting silver crumbs
      Bm
To us from the dock.
G                     Gm
Jinxed things ringing as they leak
D            Dsus2           D        Dsus2
Through tiny cracks in the boardwalk.
                   Bm
Scarecrow now it’s time to hatch
G                  Gm         (stop) D
Sprouting sons and ageless daughters.

[Middle 8]
D                C                            Am7
Those watermelon smiles just can’t ripen underwater
Just can’t ripen underwater

[Chorus]
D            Bm             F#m             Bm
 The men all played along to marching drums
            F#m          Bm          A
And boy did they have fun behind the sea
          D        Bm                F#m             Bm
They sang, “so our matching legs are marching clocks
          F#m          Bm          A
And we’re all too small to talk to god
           D            Bm          A
Yes, we’re all too smart to talk to god"