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