David Bowie - Cactus (Live)

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