Million Young

You're sending me a postcard from the sand A photograph and how you're doing You write the words with 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 Japan A photograph and how you're doing You write the words with 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