Centralia 가사

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.