^ESunday sitting ^F#on your back porch And ^BI came on with a couple of chords And I ^F#played for you. ^EYou let me keep you ^F#entertained With ^Bstories I exaggerate That you ^F#know aren't true And as you ^C#msit there making daisy chains And ^EI throw in a hand grenade And tell ^Gmyou how it is I really ^F#feel for you.

I'm sending ^Epostcards from my heart Your ^Blove for a postmark and ^F#then, You know that ^Gmyou make me ^Efeel like We've been caught like ^Bkids in the school yard ^F#again. And I can't ^Gmkeep it to ^Emyself Can't spell it any ^Bbetter L.O.V.E for^F#ever I hope you ^Gmknow that I'm ^Esending a postcard I don't ^Bcare who sees what I've ^F#said Or if the whole world knows what's in my ^Ehead.

We ^Echased the sun 'til it got away On a ^Bbicycle that your daddy made But not ^F#made for two Then we ^Esat out on your rocking chair ^BYou with a flower in your hair That I ^F#found for you But then ^C#mMonday always comes around And ^Eit's sad cause I can't see you now ^GmWant you to know you're always in my ^F#head

I'm sending ^Epostcards from my heart Your ^Blove for a postmark and ^F#then, You know that ^Gmyou make me ^Efeel like We've been caught like ^Bkids in the school yard ^F#again. And I can't ^Gmkeep it to ^Emyself Can't spell it any ^Bbetter L.O.V.E for^F#ever I hope you ^Gmknow that I'm ^Esending a postcard I don't ^Bcare who sees what I've ^F#said Or if the whole world knows what's in my ^Ehead.

You know ^Esometimes it's hard to see Or say the words that torture me But ^Gminside I know exactly how I feel The ^Ethings that I can't say out loud I'll find a place to write it down I ^Gmhope that they will find you in the ^F#end

I'm sending ^Epostcards from my heart Your ^Blove for a postmark and ^F#then, You know that ^Gmyou make me ^Efeel like We've been caught like ^Bkids in the school yard ^F#again. And I can't ^Gmkeep it to ^Emyself Can't spell it any ^Bbetter L.O.V.E for^F#ever I hope you ^Gmknow that I'm ^Esending a postcard I don't ^Bcare who sees what I've ^F#said Or if the whole world knows what's in my ^Ehead.

James Blunt - Postcards