Sitting Here
Wishing On A Cement Floor
Just Wishing That
İ Had Just Something You Wore
I Put İt On When I Go Lonely
Will You Take Off Your Dress
And Send İt To Me?

I Miss Your Kissin'
And İ Miss Your Head
And A Letter İn Your Writing
Doesn'T Mean You'Re Not Dead

Just Run Outside İn The Desert Heat
Make Your Dress All Wet
And Send İt To Me
I Miss Your Soup And I Miss Your Bread
And A Letter İn 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 İ Had Just Something You Wore
Bloody Your Hands On A Cactus Tree
Wipe'Em On Your Dress
And Send İt To Me
Sitting Here Wishing On A Cement Floor
Just Wishing That İ Had Just Something You Wore