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PERFORMING ARTISTS
James Blunt
James Blunt
Vocals
Martin Terefe
Martin Terefe
Bass Guitar
Glen Scott
Glen Scott
Keyboards
Karl Brazil
Karl Brazil
Drums
James Bryan
James Bryan
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Blunt
James Blunt
Songwriter
Steve Robson
Steve Robson
Songwriter
Wayne Hector
Wayne Hector
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Martin Terefe
Martin Terefe
Producer
Sam Keyte
Sam Keyte
Recording Engineer
Tony Maserati
Tony Maserati
Mixing Engineer

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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