Sitting here wishing on a cement floor

Just wishing that I had just something you wore



I put it on when I grow 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 the 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 the cement floor

Just wishing that I had just something you wore