Centralia Songtext

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