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A daydream spills from my corked head , Breaks free of my wooden neck. Left to 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 suns and ageless daughters , Don't you know, don't you know , 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 Ooohhh
Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs , Waves of wooden legs
Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs , Waves of wooden legs
Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs , Waves of wooden legs
Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs , Waves of wooden legs