Centralia (All Else Failed)

Is it all a question of timing? It sounded right in my head Is it all a matter of content? Or something else I said? These lips part waves to blank stares I forgot to think again These words are the cause of cold shoulders and an empty room This place is a ghost town. This silence is frightening I'm talking to a wall again. I never know when to say when It's not like there's no intent. It's not like I can't see Every time I open up ... "Is something the matter?" This place is a ghost town. THis silence is frightening I'm talking to a wall again I never know when to say when You won't be back. December night, my third strike You won't be coming back for more. "Is something the matter?" You won't be back.