reinholdo

I am a retired state officer from Hamburg but live now in the northern part of Bavaria, Kulmbach county, since more than ten years. All my life I wrote postcards a lot until somebody told me about postcrossing.

No preferences. Imagine you would write to yourself. Select a card you would like to receive by yourself. Choose the words you would like to read. Be creative and fanciful.

Each postcard is a peacedrop, I am grateful about every card.

Reinhold

postcards
James Blunt
Sundays sitting on your back porch
And I came up with a couple of cords
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 granate
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 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 sent
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
Wan't you to know you're always in my head
I'm sending postcards from my heart
With 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...

Quelle: LyricFind
Songwriter: Stephen Paul Robson / James Blount / Wayne Hector
Songtext von Postcards © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc, Concord Music Publishing LLC