The Underwood Typewriter
FIONN REGAN
The roots are deep below ground
I like to walk with you in the evening
Up the hill and back down
I watch the mail boat from the clearing
My mind is so confused, I climb back on top of you
And I'm changing the ribbons in this old Underwood
Well, step put of your dress and I'll wear you like a hood
For a hood is a home for someone who lives alone
I draw a line from A to be
And what happens in between
It is an open mystery
As far as I can see
My mind is so confused, I climb back on top of you
And I'm changing the ribbons in this old Underwood
Well, step put of your dress and I'll wear you like a hood
For a hood is a home for someone who lives alone