Postcards James Blunt [E]Sunday sitting [F#]on your back porch And [B]I came on with a couple of chords And I [F#]played for you. [E]You let me keep you [F#]entertained With [B]stories I exaggerate That you [F#]know aren't true And as you [C#m]sit there making daisy chains And [E]I throw in a hand grenade And tell [Gm]you how it is I really [F#]feel for you. I'm sending [E]postcards from my heart Your [B]love for a postmark and [F#]then, You know that [Gm]you make me [E]feel like We've been ca (guitaretab.com)