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
Im talking to a wall again. I never know when to say when
Its not like theres no intent. Its not like I cant see
Every time I open up ... "Is something the matter ?"
This place is a ghost town. THis silence is frightening
Im talking to a wall again I never know when to say when
You wont be back. December night, my third strike
You wont be coming back for more. "Is something the matter ?"
You wont be back.
[ Centralia Lyrics ]