| The sun don’t love me and it’s easy to cry |
| I send a letter but I get no reply |
| Just a note return to sender |
| Just a note return to sender |
| I talk on tiptoe every time that we meet |
| But I think breaking up is just a conceit |
| Because love turns sour every hour |
| Oh yeah, love turns sour every hour |
| I stand all day with a rose in my teeth |
| To give it to the first girl that will say something sweet |
| She says, «Thank you but this flower will die within the hour» |
| Return to sender, oh yeah |
| I went looking for a priest, I said, «Say something, please |
| I don’t want to live my life all alone» |
| He said, «God will take care of those that help themselves |
| But you look pretty screwed, send a letter» |
| And the word on the street is that death is complete |
| When you think that you know where you’re going |
| And the headline in my mind says, «Patience for the blind» |
| If you find us, return to sender, if you find us, return to sender |
| Oh, yeah |