Across the Sea

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 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, ma, I'm a good little boy (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) I've got your letter, You've got my song