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 passed 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 assuming you got my message
 On your machine
 I'm assuming you love me
 And you know what that means
 Sun gets passed, 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