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
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
Your love for a postmark and then
You 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 'til 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 'cause I can't see you now
Want you to know you're always in my head
I'm sending postcards from my heart
Your love for a postmark and then
You 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
Your love for a postmark and then
You 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
Know, oh-oh, know, oh-oh, know, oh-oh
All the things I want you to know, oh-oh, know, oh-oh, know, oh-oh
All the things I want you to know, oh-oh, know, oh-oh, know, oh-oh
All the things I want you to know, oh-oh, know, oh-oh, know, oh-oh
All the things I want you to know, oh-oh, know, oh-oh, know, oh-oh
All the things I want you to know, oh-oh, know, oh-oh, know, oh-oh
All the things I want you to know
About This Song
"Postcards" is a tender, nostalgic ballad about the vulnerability of falling in love and the intimate moments that define early romance. The song captures the bittersweet feeling of sharing exaggerated stories and simple pleasures like sitting on porches and making daisy chains, while the narrator struggles with the overwhelming desire to confess his true feelings. Blunt's gentle acoustic guitar work and soft vocal delivery create an intimate atmosphere that mirrors the song's theme of quiet, domestic romance. The postcard metaphor cleverly represents how love makes us want to send pieces of our heart to someone special, while the "kids in the school yard" comparison evokes the innocent, giddy excitement of new love. The song stands out for its honest portrayal of how love can make us feel both childlike and terrifyingly exposed, wrapped in Blunt's signature emotional sincerity.
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