Call Your Grandma

We take too much And give too little No wonder we don't have enough Our painting brush Colours 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 And wake up when you have enough We take too much And give too little No wonder we don't have enough Our painting brush Colours so little No wonder we don't have enough We take too much And give too little No wonder we don't have enough Our painting brush Colours so little No wonder we don't have enough Truth is often A point of view When a fact is a fact But twelve people, they decide Who lives or 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 Colours so little No wonder we don't have enough We take too much And give too little No wonder we don't have enough Our painting brush Colours so little No wonder we don't have enough We think too much And feel too little Haven't we ever had enough?