Muzzle Of Bees

There's a random painted highway And a muzzle of bees My sleeves have come unstitched From climbing your tree And dogs laugh, some say they're barking I don't think they're mean Some people get so frightened Of the fences in between And the sun gets pa*sed from tree to tree Silently and back to me With the breeze blown through Pushed up against the sea, finally back to me I'm a*suming you got my message On your machine I'm a*suming you love me And you know what that means Sun gets pa*sed, sea to sea Silently, and back to me With the breeze blown through Pushed up above the leaves With the breeze blown through My head upon your knee Half of it's you, half is me Half of it's you, half is me