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 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 stationary like this where I'm from

So fragile

So refined

So I sniff (so I sniff)

And i lick (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

Chorus

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 ma, I'm a good little boy (good little boy)

It's all your fault, momma It's all your fault

Goddam 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?

Chorus

I got your letter

You got my song