"Cactus" by David Bowie

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