Lyrics:
There's a random painted highwayAnd a muzzle of beesMy sleeves have come unstitchedFrom climbing your treeAnd dogs laugh, some say they're barkingI don't think they're meanSome people get so frightenedOf the fences in betweenAnd the sun gets passed from tree to treeSilently, and back to meWith the breeze blown throughPushed up against the seaFinally back to meI'm assuming you got my messageOn your machineI'm assuming you love meAnd you know what that meansSun gets passed, sea to seaSilently, and back to meWith the breeze blown throughPushed up above the leavesWith the breeze blown throughMy head upon your kneeHalf of it's you, half is meHalf of it's you, half is me