What It Is — текст песни (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