You are 18 year old girl who live in small city in 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 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 mom, 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