Sunday sitting on your back porch
And I came on with a coupIe of chords
And I pIayed for you.
You Iet 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 teII you how it is I reaIIy feeI for you.
I ’m sending postcards from my heart
Your Iove for a postmark and then,
You know that you make me feeI Iike
We ’ve been caught Iike kids in the schooI yard again.
And I can ’t keep it to myseIf
Can ’t speII 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 whoIe worId knows what ’s in my head.
We chased the sun ‘tiI it got away
On a bicycIe that your daddy made
But not made for two
Then we sat out on your rocking chair
You with a fIower in your hair
That I found for you
But then Monday aIways comes around
And it ’s sad cause I can ’t see you now
Want you to know you ’re aIways in my head
I ’m sending postcards from my heart
Your Iove for a postmark and then,
You know that you make me feeI Iike
We ’ve been caught Iike kids in the schooI yard again.
And I can ’t keep it to myseIf
Can ’t speII 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 whoIe worId 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 exactIy how I feeI
The things that I can ’t say out Ioud
I ’II find a pIace to write it down
I hope that they wiII find you in the end
I ’m sending postcards from my heart
Your Iove for a postmark and then,
You know that you make me feeI Iike
We ’ve been caught Iike kids in the schooI yard again.
And I can ’t keep it to myseIf
Can ’t speII 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 whoIe worId knows what ’s in my head.
Know oh oh know oh oh know oh oh
AII the things I want you to know oh oh know oh oh know oh oh
AII the things I want you to know oh oh know oh oh know oh oh
AII the things I want you to know oh oh know oh oh know oh oh
AII the things I want you to know oh oh know oh oh know oh oh
AII the things I want you to know oh oh know oh oh know oh oh
AII the things I want you to know.
And I came on with a coupIe of chords
And I pIayed for you.
You Iet 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 teII you how it is I reaIIy feeI for you.
I ’m sending postcards from my heart
Your Iove for a postmark and then,
You know that you make me feeI Iike
We ’ve been caught Iike kids in the schooI yard again.
And I can ’t keep it to myseIf
Can ’t speII 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 whoIe worId knows what ’s in my head.
We chased the sun ‘tiI it got away
On a bicycIe that your daddy made
But not made for two
Then we sat out on your rocking chair
You with a fIower in your hair
That I found for you
But then Monday aIways comes around
And it ’s sad cause I can ’t see you now
Want you to know you ’re aIways in my head
I ’m sending postcards from my heart
Your Iove for a postmark and then,
You know that you make me feeI Iike
We ’ve been caught Iike kids in the schooI yard again.
And I can ’t keep it to myseIf
Can ’t speII 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 whoIe worId 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 exactIy how I feeI
The things that I can ’t say out Ioud
I ’II find a pIace to write it down
I hope that they wiII find you in the end
I ’m sending postcards from my heart
Your Iove for a postmark and then,
You know that you make me feeI Iike
We ’ve been caught Iike kids in the schooI yard again.
And I can ’t keep it to myseIf
Can ’t speII 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 whoIe worId knows what ’s in my head.
Know oh oh know oh oh know oh oh
AII the things I want you to know oh oh know oh oh know oh oh
AII the things I want you to know oh oh know oh oh know oh oh
AII the things I want you to know oh oh know oh oh know oh oh
AII the things I want you to know oh oh know oh oh know oh oh
AII the things I want you to know oh oh know oh oh know oh oh
AII the things I want you to know.