(Otis Blackwell - Winfield Scott)
I gave a letter to the postman,
he put it his sack.
Bright in early next morning,
he brought my letter back.

She wrote upon it:
Return to sender, address unknown.
No such number, no such zone.
We had a quarrel, a lover's spat
I write I'm sorry but my letter keeps coming back.

So then I dropped it in the mailbox
And sent it special D.
Bright in early next morning
it came right back to me.

She wrote upon it:
Return to sender, address unknown.
No such number, no such zone.

This time I'm gonna take it myself
and put it right in her hand.
And if it comes back the very next day
then I'll understand the writing on it

Return to sender, address unknown.
No such person, no such zone.

We're hated. We're bleeding. We've loving. You're losing.
Our lives are all about to change.
We're hated. We're bleeding. We've loving. You're losing.
Our lives are all about to change.

There go the lights. To the world I've made in my head.
I'll make the stand. I'll scratch out my eyes.
I won't stop till you are dead.

I hope that and pray that one day you will realize.
You were always my biggest inspiration.
The pain you've caused has built who I've become.
Now we might as be strangers.
Won't be a corpse so you can drag your dead.
Ive been blessed by the fires. By the fires of your hell.

There go the lights. To the world I've made in my head.
I'll make the stand. I'll scratch out my eyes.
I won't stop till you are dead.

I hope that and pray that one day you will realize.
You were always my biggest inspiration.
The pain you've caused has built who I've become.
Now we might as be strangers.
Won't be a corpse so you can drag your dead.
Ive been blessed by the fires. By the fires of your hell.

We're hated. We're bleeding. We've loving. You're losing.
Our lives are all about to change.
We're hated. We're bleeding. We've loving. You're losing.
Our lives are all about to change.

There go the lights. To the world I've made in my head.
I'll make the stand. I'll scratch out my eyes.
I won't stop till you are dead.
We're hated. We're bleeding. We've loving. You're losing.
We're hated. We're bleeding. We've loving. You're losing.

The suns 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
We talk on tiptoe
Everytime that we meet
But I think breaking up
Is just a conciet
Because Love turns sour
Every hour

I stand all day
With a rose in my teeth
Give it to the first girl
That will say something sweet
She says thank you for the flower
It will die within the hour
Return to sender

I went looking for a priest
I said say something please
I don't wanna live my life
All alone
HE said god will take care
Of those that help them
Selves
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
Patiende for the blind
If you find us

Return to sender