Letra de Cactus (Live from Brixton Academy, London. June 5th, 2004)
Sitting here, wishing on a cement floor 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 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 meI miss your soup, 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 dineSitting here, wishing on a cement floor Wishing that I had just something you wore Bloody your hands on a cactus tree Wipe it on your dress and send it to meSitting here wishing on a cement floor Wishing that I had just something you wore