If these are the things that
Dreams are made of
Why dont I dream
Anymore
Ive tried to tell myself
Nothings changed my dear
But I look around me
And think maybe thats not so

I only have nightmares
And wake up with cold sweat
Coming through my pores

Why dont I dream anymore

Im 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
Its rotten to the core

Why dont I dream anymore

If these are the things that
Dreams are made of
Why dont 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 lifes worth living for

I wish I could dream
Once more

Im 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
Its rotten to the core

Why dont I dream anymore

If these are the things that
Dreams are made of
Why dont I dream anymore

Ive tried to tell myself
Its all for the best my dear
But I look around me and think
Maybe thats not so

I only have nightmares
Wake up in a cold sweat
Have I become as corrupt
As all I abhor

Im 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
Its rotten to the core

Why dont 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 dont want anymore