David Bowie Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Cactus Lyrics

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