Текст песни David Gray - The Rice
David Gray - The Rice слова песни
The draft`s blue coldUnder the doorWhen we threw our clothesTo the kitchen floorThe broccoli ballsIn a pan on the gas stoveWhere you standWon`t you take thisSpatula in your handLet the rice burnIt cannot determine loveFor youWe have no concernUnder the hem of the nightOut on the roofOver harbored streetsWhere the sky`s a blanketEach sweet kissSo melodramaticEmbroidered by shadowBy the fridge I reminisceLet the rice burnIt cannot determine loveFor youWe have no concernUnder the hem of the nightUnder the hem of the nightWe staggered a doorwayAnd all of the suddenThe drum of the rainOn the heathered hillsNow everything`s changedAnd our silence is bitterAnd you are all unhingedLet the rice burnIt cannot determine loveFor youWe have no concernOh we have no concernOh we have no concernUnder the hem of the night