The Rice

The draft blew cold under the door

When we threw wour clothes to the kitchen floor

The broccoli boils in the pan on the gas stove where you stand

Won't you take this spatula in your hand?

Let the rice burn

It cannot deter my love for you

we have no concern

under the hem of the night

under the hem of the night

Out on the roof over havoc streets

Where the sky is a blanket each sweet kiss

so melodramatic embroidered by shadows

by the fridge I reminice

Let the rice burn

It cannot deter my love for you

we have no concern

under the hem of the night

under the hem of the night

we stagger in the doorway and all of the sudden

the drum of the rain on the heather hills

now everything's changed and our silence is bitter

and you are all unhinged

Let the rice burn

It cannot deter my love for you

we have no concern

we have no concern

oh we have no concern

under the hem of the night