Текст песни Cactus (Live from Coachella, Indio, CA. May 1st, 2004) - Pixies

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
So run outside in the desert heat
Make your dress all wet and send it to me

I 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 dine

Sitting 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 me

Sitting here wishing on a cement floor
Wishing that I had just something you wore