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. Oh, I got your letter. You've got my song.
They don't make stationary like this where I'm from-so fragile, so refined. So I sniff (so I sniff) and I lick (and I lick) your envelope and fall to little pieces everytime. 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. Oh, I got your letter. You've got my song.
At ten, 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 (So you send) me your love (me your love) from all around the world (from all around) {as if I could live on/the world now} 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. Oh, I got your letter. You've got my song. I got your letter. (I got your letter.) You've got my song.
