If These Are The Things lyrics
by Tracy Chapman
If these are the things thatDreams are made ofWhy don't I dreamAnymoreI've tried to tell myselfNothing's changed my dearBut I look around meAnd think maybe that's not soI only have nightmaresAnd wake up with cold sweatComing through my poresWhy don't I dream anymoreI'm in the gardenAll the trees bear fruitI have to pick them before they fallI finally grab oneI hold it in my handI open it upIt's rotten to the coreWhy don't I dream anymoreIf these are the things thatDreams are made ofWhy don't I dreamAnymoreWe lose our patienceLose our trustYes we lose our innocenceTo forget our sorrow and hide our painWe lose old memoriesBut dreams are what life's worth living forI wish I could dreamOnce moreI'm in the gardenAll the trees bear fruitI have to pick them before they fallI finally grab oneI hold it in my handI open it upIt's rotten to the coreWhy don't I dream anymoreIf these are the things thatDreams are made ofWhy don't I dream anymoreI've tried to tell myselfIt's all for the best my dearBut I look around me and thinkMaybe that's not soI only have nightmaresWake up in a cold sweatHave I become as corruptAs all I abhorI'm in the gardenAll the trees bear fruitI have to pick them before they fallI finally grab oneI hold it in my handI open it upIt's rotten to the coreWhy don't I dream anymoreIf these are the things thatDreams are made ofIf these are the things thatDreams are made ofIf these are the things thatDreams are made ofI don't want anymore
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