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 youwe have no concernunder the hem of the nightunder the hem of the night
Out on the roof over havoc streets
Where the sky is a blanket each sweet kissso melodramatic embroidered by shadowsby the fridge 
I reminice
Let the rice burn
It cannot deter my love for youwe have no concernunder the hem of the nightunder the hem of the nightwe stagger in the doorway and all of the suddenthe drum of the rain on the heather hillsnow everything's changed and our silence is bitterand you are all unhinged
Let the rice burn
It cannot deter my love for youwe have no concernwe have no concernoh we have no concernunder the hem of the night