The Underwood Typewriter

歌詞

The roots too deep below the 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 ribbon, in this old Underwood, Well step out of your dress, and I'll wear you like a hood, For 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 ribbon, in this old Underwood, Well step out of your dress, and I'll wear you like a hood, For hood is a home, for someone who lives alone