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 remenisce
  
  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 everythings 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