If There Are The Thigns Lyrics - Tracy Chapman

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 

I don't want anymore