Interpret:

David Bowie

Album:

Heathen

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
Desn'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
An 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