The Rice - David Gray

The draft’s blue cold

Under the door

When we threw our clothes

To the kitchen floor

The broccoli balls

In a pan on the gas stove

Where you stand

Won’t you take this

Spatula in your hand

Let the rice burn

It cannot determine love

For you

We have no concern

Under the hem of the night

Out on the roof

Over harbored streets

Where the sky’s a blanket

Each sweet kiss

So melodramatic

Embroidered by shadow

By the fridge I reminisce

Let the rice burn

It cannot determine love

For you

We have no concern

Under the hem of the night

Under the hem of the night

We staggered a doorway

And all of the sudden

The drum of the rain

On the heathered hills

Now everything’s changed

And our silence is bitter

And you are all unhinged

Let the rice burn

It cannot determine love

For you

We have no concern

Oh we have no concern

Oh we have no concern

Under the hem of the night