David Bowie (Heathen / 2002) - Cactus | Текст песни

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• David Bowie (Heathen / 2002)
• Cactus

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