Paroles de Million Young

Sending me a postcard from the sands A photograph and how you're doing You write the words in ink and cursive and I follow along with my fingers and pretend They'll follow you when you leave Only if they want you Around the world when you leave But only if they want you Sending me a postcard from the Japan A photograph and how you're doing You write the words in ink and cursive and I follow along with my fingers and pretend They'll follow you when you leave Only if they want you Around the world when you leave But only if they want you They'll follow you when you leave Only if they want you Only if they want you Only if they want you .