Moving you from your chosen seat's like
 Rolling away the stone
 Queen Anne's lace so delicate and quiet
 Hands are green from trying to pull you up
 
 
 But you can't feed someone who isn't hungry
 Or has no taste for you.
 and there's some sorts of food that you must eat with company
 And this is one of those afternoons
 
 Moving you from your chosen seat's like
 Opening cathedral doors.
 Two feet wide and 10 feet high
 Holy faces smile down from the wood
 Sincere as a mountain
 But just as tired
 You'd sooner stay where you are
 
 Cause you can't feed someone who isn't hungry
 Or has no taste for you
 and there's some sorts of food that you must eat with company
 and this is one of those afternoons
 It's breathing behind me, 
 I'm too scared for moving
 It's like running through water
 It's like getting you going
 
 You can't feed someone who isn't hungry
 Or has no taste for you
 And there's some sorts of food that you must eat with company
 And this is one of those afternoons