Lyrics What It Is - Catatonia

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