What It Is

It's whats 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

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 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