| Song | Muzzle of bees |
| Artist | Wilco |
| Album | A ghost is born |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Tweedy | |
| 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 |
| zuo ci : Tweedy | |
| 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 |
| zuò cí : Tweedy | |
| 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 |