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′re wanting 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 

But I′ve got your letter and 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 



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.