Muzzle of Bees

there's a random painted highway and a muzzle of bees my sleeves have come unstitched from climbing your tree when dogs laugh some say they're barking I don't think they're mean some people get so frightened the fences in between the sun gets passed from tree to tree silently then back to me with 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 the sun gets passed from sea to sea silently and back to me with a breeze blown through pushed up above the leaves with a breeze blowing through my head upon your knee half of it's you half is me half of it's you half is me