Bài hát Postcards - James Blunt. Sunday 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
away But if your heart is bad to me. It's only love, I'll let it be Postcards from paradise. With all my loving, I'll be true. Postcards from paradise. As ever, P. S. I love you. Postcards from
I don't believe the absolutes anymore. I'm quite prepared to admit I was wrong. This life it sucks your principles away. You have to fight against it every single day These are the postcards from
I don't believe the absolutes anymore. I'm quite prepared to admit I was wrong. This life it sucks your principles away. You have to fight against it every single day These are the postcards from
won't be sending postcards. From Paraguay. From Paraguay. From Paraguay I robbed a bank full of dinero. A great big mountain of dough. So it was goodbye Campanero. And cheerio I couldn't stay and
won't be sending postcards. From Paraguay. From Paraguay. From Paraguay I robbed a bank full of dinero. A great big mountain of dough. So it was goodbye Campanero. And cheerio I couldn't stay and
I don't believe the absolutes anymore. I'm quite prepared to admit I was wrong. This life it sucks your principles away. You have to fight against it every single day These are the postcards from
I don't believe the absolutes anymore. I'm quite prepared to admit I was wrong. This life it sucks your principles away. You have to fight against it every single day These are the postcards from
I don't believe the absolutes anymore. I'm quite prepared to admit I was wrong. This life it sucks your principles away. You have to fight against it every single day These are the postcards from
My love has gone. His boots no longer by my door. He left at dawn and as I slept I felt him go Hmm, hmm. New York, New York, temperature's droppin'. The band's out shoppin', not stoppin' till ears
My love has gone. His boots no longer by my door. He left at dawn and as I slept I felt him go Hmm, hmm. New York, New York, temperature's droppin'. The band's out shoppin', not stoppin' till ears
Feet Above this stratospheric cloud. I will take a walk above your eastern harbor town. A chance for peace and you and me in sight. An offering to heal a wound and make it all seem easier tonight.