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 But nothing's changed, my dear I look around me and think Maybe that's not so 'Cause I only have nightmares I 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 Have to pick them Before they fall 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 We 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 Oh, I wish I could dream Once more I'm in the garden All the trees bear fruit Have to pick them Before they fall 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? In the garden All the trees bear fruit Have to pick them Before they fall Finally grab one 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