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.