What It Is — Catatonia

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