Still watching the ocean move.

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. 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.