Testo 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