If These Are the Things

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"

'Cause I only have nightmares, 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?

Lose our patience, we lose our trust, yes, we lose our innocence

Forget our sorrow and hide our pain, lose old memories

But dreams are what life's worth living for

Whoa, 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?

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

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