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.