Valentines and a Muzzle of Bees

I really hate Valentines day. The idea of professing one's love for another person on a single day out of the entire year through gifts and other monetary displays of affections sickens me. I guess that's why I'm still single. Never the less, the romantic side of me is still forced to think more about love on this day than any other thanks to 14 February's commercialization. Usually when I think about love it's in the form of favorite "love songs" of mine and what they mean to me. One of my all time favorites is Muzzle of Bees by Wilco. I'm not going to go into what the song means to me because it's hard for me to put it into words. I'll let you figure out what it means to you.

Muzzle of Bees
by 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