What It Is Songtext / Lyric

It's what's not there that makes

What's there what it is

It's what's not there that makes

What's there what it is

Seems like we're quite in demand

More faint praise, well I'll be damned

Ship's run aground on the rocks

Not all that unorthodox

It's what's not there that makes

What's there what it is

Fate cuts her cloth'.

Ragged mean

You miss the ceremony

He sleeps, she wakes, then she tires

Leave us to our frying pan and fires

It's what's not there that makes

What's there what it is

It's sculpture, sculpture, feed me to the vultures

It's what's not there that makes

What's there what it is