Текст песни Call Your Grandma - Victor Solf

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?