You are
eighteen-year-old girl,
who live in small city of Japan
You heard me
on the radio,
about one year ago and you wanted to know
all about me
and my hobbies
my favourite 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 ten I shaved my head, and tried to be a monk
I thought the older women would like me if I did...
You see, mama, I'm a good little boy (good little boy)
It's all your fault, mama
It's all your fault (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