You are 18 year old girl Who live in small city of Japan And you heard me on the radio About one year ago And you wanted to know All about me and my hobbies My favorite food and my birthday
Why are you so far away from me I need help and you're way across the sea I could never touch you I think it would be wrong I've got your letter You've got my song
They don't make stationery like this where I'm from So fragile, so refined So I sniff and I lick your envelope And fall to little pieces every time I wonder what clothes you wear to school I wonder how you decorate your room I wonder how you touch yourself And curse myself for being across the sea
Why are you so far away from me I need help and you're way across the sea I could never touch you I think it would be wrong I've got your letter You've got my song
At 10 I shaved my head and tried to be a monk I thought the older women would like me if I did You see, ma, I'm a good little boy It's all your fault, momma, it's all your fault Goddamn, this business is really lame I gotta live on an island to find the juice So you send me your love from all around the world As if I could live on words and dreams and a million screams Oh how I need a hand in mine, to feel
Why are you so far away from me Why are you so far away from me I could never touch you I think it would be wrong I've got your letter You've got my song I've got your letter You've got my song
