What It Is Lyrics

What It Is lyrics

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

 Ships 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'll miss the ceremony

 He sleeps, she wakes then she tags

 Leave us to our frying pan and fires

 

 Sculpture, sculpture feed me to the vultures

 We've been going round the bend for some time now

 

 It's what's not there

 That makes what's there

 What it is