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 $$#uming you got my message
On your machine

I'm $$#uming 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