The Rice [The EP's 92-94] 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