Lyrics Muzzle of Bees - Wilco
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
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