Lirieke: David Gray. Other. The Rice.

The draughts blew cold
Under the door
When we threw our clothes
To the kitchen floor
The broccoli boils
In a pan on the gas stove
Where we 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
With the sky a blanket
Each sweet kiss
So melodramatic embroidered by shadow
By the fridge I reminisce

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 stagged a doorway
And all of a 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
Under the hem of the night
Under the hem of the night