[C]The sun don´t [G]love me and it´s [F]easy to cry [C]I send a [G]letter But I [F]get no reply Just a [C]note [G]Return to [F]sender [C]We talk on [G]tiptoe every[F]time we meet [C]But I´m think [G]breaking up Is [F]just a congiet Cos [C]love turns [G]sour Every [F]hour [C]I stand all [G]day With a [F]rose in my teeth [C]give it to the [G]first girl That will [F]say something sweet She says [C]thank you but this [G]flower It will [F]die within the hour [C][G]Return to [F]sender I went [C]looking for a [G]priest I said [F]say something please I don´t [C]wanna live my [G]life All a[F]lone He said [C]God will take [G]care Of [F]those that help them selves But [C]you look pretty [G]screwed, Send a [F]letter And the [C]word on the [G]street Is that [F]death is complete When you [C]think that You [G]know where you´re [F]going Amd the [C]headline in my [G]mind says [F]Patience for the blind If you [C]find us [G]return to [F]sender © 4AD, Written by Neil Halstead