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