David Bowie - Cactus текст песни

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

Doesnt mean youre 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

Doesnt mean youre 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

Wipeem on your dress

And send it to me

Sitting here wishing on a cement floor

Just wishing that I had just something you wore