Cantatonia - 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