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

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're Dying



P I X I E S



Sitting Here Wishing On A 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 A Cement Floor

Just Wishing That I Had Just Something You Wore