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