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 seaI 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.