What It Is Lyrics - Cantatonia

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