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.