Cactus (Live)

Written by：Frank Black

Sitting here wishing on a cement floor

Just wishing that I had just something you wore

I put it on when I grow 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