Cactus (Instrumental)

Cactus (仙人掌) - The Bowie Knives

Sittin' here wishing on a cement floor

Just wishin' 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

Sittin' here wishing on a cement floor

Just wishin' that I had

Just something you wore

So bloody your hands on a cactus tree

Wipe it on your dress and send it to me

Sittin' here wishing on a cement floor

Just wishing that I had

Just something you wore