The Rice

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