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