Sundays sitting on your back porch And I came armed 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 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
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 school yard 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
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 But then Monday always comes around And it's sad because I can't see you now I want you to know you're always in my head
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 school yard 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
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
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 school yard 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
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