The Underwood Typewriter - Fionn Regan

The roots go deep below ground

I like to walk with you in the evening

Up the hill and back down

I watch the mailboat 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

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 B 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

Step put of your dress and I’ll wear you like a hood

For a hood is a home