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 dre