Red letter just penned
Ink dried up and dead
Like old friend and flower
Gone and no one to send to

Firebomb the dead letter
Say your goodbyes
Packed into a suitcase
Baggage on the last bus

Many years under the eyes
Bloodshot nights stay awake
Looks black in the sad bed
Rain sodden and head beaten hollow
Out in all weathers to be tarred and truly feathered

Lost rats in a maze chase tail
Masters deliver dead letters in the mail
No one to return no senders name
Let the post bags burn
Charred remains of dead letters in the urn

No one took the blame for the bomb
Unsigned and  nameless
Blew up the faithless
Your love is a dead letter