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 from 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