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