Sitting here
wishing on a cement floor
Just wishing that

i had just something you wore
I put it on when I go lonely
Will you take off your dress

and send it to me?

I miss your kissin'

and i miss your head
And a letter in your writing
doesn't mean you're not dead


Just run outside in the desert heat
Make your dress all wet

and send it to me
I miss your soup and I miss your bread
And a letter in your writing

doesn't mean you're not dead
So spill your breakfast
and drip your wine

Just wear that dress when you dine

D-A-V-I-D


So, sitting here wishing
on a cement floor

Just wishing that i had just something you wore
Bloody your hands on a cactus tree
Wipe'em on your dress

and send it to me
Sitting here wishing on a cement floor
Just wishing that i had just something you wore