Catatonia - What It Is Lyrics
It's whats not there that makesWhat's there what it isIt's what's not there that makesWhat's there what it isSeems like we're quitein demandMore faint praise,Well I'll be damnedShips run aground on the rocksNot all that unorthodoxIt's what's not there that makesWhat's there what it isFate cuts her cloth...Ragged meanYou miss the ceremonyHe sleeps, she wakes,then she tiresLeave us to our frying panand firesIt's what's not there that makesWhat's there what it isIt's sculpture, sculpturefeed me to the vulturesIt's what's not there that makesWhat's there what it is