The Rice - David Gray

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