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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
James Blunt
James Blunt
Stimme und Gesang
Martin Terefe
Martin Terefe
Bassgitarre
Glen Scott
Glen Scott
Tasteninstrumente
Karl Brazil
Karl Brazil
Schlagzeug
James Bryan
James Bryan
Gitarre
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
James Blunt
James Blunt
Songwriter:in
Steve Robson
Steve Robson
Songwriter:in
Wayne Hector
Wayne Hector
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Martin Terefe
Martin Terefe
Produzent:in
Sam Keyte
Sam Keyte
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Tony Maserati
Tony Maserati
Mischtechniker:in

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Sundays, sitting on your back porch
And I came on with a couple of chords and I played for you
You let me keep you entertained
With stories I exaggerate that you know aren't true
[PreChorus]
And as you sit there making daisy chains
And I throw in a hand grenade
And tell you how it is I really feel for you
[Chorus]
I'm sending
Postcards from my heart
With love for a postmark
And then
You'll know that you make me feel like we've been caught
Like kids in the schoolyard again
And I can't keep it to myself
Can't spell it any better
L-O-V-E forever
I hope you know that I'm sending a postcard
I don't care who sees what I've said
Or if the whole world knows what's in my head
[Verse 2]
We chased the sun till it got away
On a bicycle that your daddy made, but not made for two
Then we sat out on your rocking chair
You with a flower in your hair that I found for you
[PreChorus]
But then Monday always comes around
And it's sad 'cause I can't see you now
I want you to know you're always in my head
[Chorus]
I'm sending
Postcards from my heart
With love for a postmark
And then
You'll know that you make me feel like we've been caught
Like kids in the schoolyard again
And I can't keep it to myself
Can't spell it any better
L-O-V-E forever
I hope you know that I'm sending a postcard
I don't care who sees what I've said
Or if the whole world knows what's in my head
[Bridge]
You know sometimes it's hard to see
Or say the words that torture me
But inside I know exactly how I feel
The things that I can't say out loud
I'll find a place to write it down
I hope that they will find you in the end
[Chorus]
I'm sending
Postcards from my heart
With love for a postmark
And then
You'll know that you make me feel like we've been caught
Like kids in the schoolyard again
And I can't keep it to myself
Can't spell it any better
L-O-V-E forever
I hope you know that I'm sending a postcard
I don't care who sees what I've said
Or if the whole world knows what's in my head
[Outro]
Know, know, know
All the things I want you to
Know, know, know
All the things I want you to
Know, know, know
All the things I want you to
Know, know, know
All the things I want you to
Know, know, know
All the things I want you to
Know, know, know
All the things I want you to know
Written by: James Blunt, Steve Robson, Wayne Hector
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