Paroles de What It Is

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