This is a song that's going to be on Panic! At The Disco's upcoming album "Pretty. Odd."
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:

      xx0232
  xx0230
     x24432
      320033
     355333
    244222
      x02220
      x32010
    x02010


[Verse]

            
A daydream spi

          
lls from my co

          
rked head
              
Breaks free of

     
 my wooden nec

k
             
Left to nod ov

  
ersleeping wav

es
            
Like bobbing b

          
ait for bathin

       
g cod
              
Floating flock

     
s of candle sw

ans
             
Slowly drift a

 
cross wax pond

s


[Chorus]

            
 The men all p

             
layed along to

           
 marching drum

  
s
            
And boy did th

           
ey have fun be

         
hind the sea
             
They sang, “so

            
 our matching 

           
legs are march

           
ing clocks
           
And we’re all 

            
too small to t

       
alk to god
             
Yes, we’re all

            
 too smart to 

        
talk to god"


[Verse]

         
Toast the fine

             
 folks casting

               
 silver crumbs
      
To us from the

 dock.
             
Jinxed things 

        
ringing as the

y leak
            
Through tiny c

          
racks in the b

         
oardwalk.
              
Scarecrow now 

     
it’s time to h

atch
             
Sprouting sons

            
 and ageless d

  ( 
aughters.


[Middle 8]

             
Those watermel

             
on smiles just

              
 can’t ripen u

    
nderwater
Just can’t ripen underwater


[Chorus]

            
 The men all p

             
layed along to

           
 marching drum

  
s
            
And boy did th

           
ey have fun be

         
hind the sea
             
They sang, “so

            
 our matching 

           
legs are march

           
ing clocks
           
And we’re all 

            
too small to t

       
alk to god
             
Yes, we’re all

            
 too smart to 

        
talk to god"