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