CALL YOUR GRANDMA
We take too much
And give too little
No wonder we don't have enough
Our painting brush
Colors so little
No wonder we don’t have enough
We hear so much
Yet speak so little
No wonder we're not loud enough
We think too much
This is no riddle
I think we finally had enough
Make your bed on my shoulder
Open up your heart
Dream the world you deserve
Let’s get started tonight
We take too much
And give too little
No wonder we don't have enough
Our painting brush
Colors so little
No wonder we don’t have enough
X2
Truth is often
A point a view
When a fact is a fact
But 12 people, they decide
Who lives, who dies
Make your bed on my shoulder
Open up your heart
Dream the world you deserve
Let’s get started tonight
We take too much
And give too little
No wonder we don't have enough
Our painting brush
Colors so little
No wonder we don’t have enough
X2
We think too much
And feel too little
Haven’t we ever had enough ?