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



I'm in the garden

All the trees bear fruit
I have to pick them 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
To 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



I'm in the garden

All the trees bear fruit
I have to pick them 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
Wake up in a cold sweat

Have I become as corrupt
As all I abhor


I'm in the garden

All the trees bear fruit
I have to pick them 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