Sitting here, wishing on a cement floor Just wishing that I had just something you wore I'd put it on when I go lonely Will you take off your dress and send it to me? I miss your kissing 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 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 Black Francis (p) 1988 4-A-D"The prison inmate of 'Cactus' pleads with his girlfriend to rub her dress with sweat and blood and send it to him (with music inspired by T. Rex's 'The Groover')" - Melody Maker
Covered by , Frames and the Foo Fighters. No info yet. WIP