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.