If these are the things that dreams are made of
Why don't I dream
anymore?
I've tried to tell myself nothing's changed my dear
But I look around me and think maybe that's not so
I only have nightmares and wake up with cold sweat
Coming through my pores
Why don't I dream
anymore? In the garden,
all the trees bear fruit
Better pick them up
before they fall
I finally grab one
I hold it in my hand
I open it up
It's rotten to the core
Why don't I dream
anymore?
If these are the things that dreams are made of
Why don't I dream
anymore?
We lose our patience lose our trust.
Yes we lose our innocence
Forget our sorrow and hide our pain
We lose old memories
But dreams are what life's worth living for
I wish I could dream
Once more
In the garden
all the trees bear fruit
Better pick them up
before they fall
I finally grab one
I hold it in my hand
I open it up
It's rotten to the core
Why don't I dream
anymore?
If these are the things that dreams are made of
Why don't I dream
anymore?
I've tried to tell myself It's all for the best my dear
But I look around me and think maybe that's not so
I only have nightmares and wake up with cold sweat
Have I become as corrupt as all I abhor
Why don't I dream
anymore? In the garden,
all the trees bear fruit
Better pick them up
before they fall
I finally grab one
I hold it in my hand
I open it up
It's rotten to the core
Why don't I dream
anymore?
If these are the things that dreams are made of
If these are the things that dreams are made of
If these are the things that dreams are made of
I don't want
anymore I don't want
anymore I don't want
anymore