Fifty-Nine Inch

I wouldn't bother if you were to say
Why can't talk about it any other day
A household name or a childhood friend
Turning older by the bend

Some of us are clearly out of our minds
Raising children behind rolled down blinds
Who cares for crying in the middle of the night
Who cares for wrong who cares for right?

Close your eyes and let your hands mute your ears
Try to pretend that there is nothing to hear
When somethings happening behind those walls
And you'll be waiting till the silence falls

Morning comes and no one's yet to regret
All the times that they'll never forget
When Fifty-nine Inch go to war
For a hard time to return no more