Centralia

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,
This place is a ghost town,
This silence is frightening
I never know when to say when-
And 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
This place is a ghost town,
This silence is frightening,
I never know when to say 'when',
You won't be-
You won't be back...
You won't be back!
You WONT BE BACK!
December night, my third strike-
You won't be coming back for more
December night, my third strike-
You won't be coming back for more
December night, my third strike-
You won't be coming back for more
December night, my third strike-
You won't be coming back for more...
"Is something the matter?"
You won't be back.



Credits
Writer(s): Patrick Shannon
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link