Interpret:

Jethro Tull

Album:

Warchild

I'd like to take you
to the edge of every morning
On a magic eiderdown
To a window chair


In the Paradise Steakhouse
Where there's a cup of silver coffee
Steaming chrome reflections
From the mist in your hair


Try not to watch me
Just call me after darkfall
I'll bring a whip to sow
My seed on your land


In the Paradise Steakhouse
There's a cup of silver coffee
A sheath of steel so you may hold
My sword in your hand


I'll cut you, divide you
Into tender pieces
No wings to fly away
Upon my dear


In the Paradise Steakhouse
On a plate upon a table
I will carve your name with care
To last the years


I'd like to eat you
All fire will consume you
Roast on the spit of love
On this arrow true


In the Paradise Steakhouse
I'll taste every finger
Baking picking in the ashes
Til the flames rise anew