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
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