Muzzle Of Bees Theres a random painted highway And a muzzle of bees My sleeves have come unstitched From climbing your tree And dogs laugh, some say theyre barking I dont think theyre 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 Im assuming you got my message On your machine Im 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 its you, half is me Half of its you, half is me https://youtube/watch?v=2XH5Hr1XlM0
Posted on: Sat, 17 Jan 2015 07:30:45 +0000
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