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