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
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


P I X I E S


Sitting here wishing on a cement floor
Just wishing that I had just something you wore


Bloody your hands on a cactus tree
Wipe it on your dress and send it to me


Sitting here wishing on a cement floor
Just wishing that I had just something you wore