Catatonia - What It Is lyrics

rate me

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..